A loud ringing sounded in the quiet room.

Small rays of sunlight lit the large bedroom through the heavily curtained windows. A wrapped up figure struggled on top of the bed, trying to escape the sheets that snared her.

Silencing the source of the noise, Jeane clicked her scroll and awoke from her slumber. The young girl then stood up and sleepily walked towards the bathroom, leaving her bedding in a jumbled mess. Clothes strewn on the floor made her trip more than once on her way.

Entering the bathroom, she nearly stumbled again, this time, on the carpet covering the porcelain-tiled floor. Facing the mirror above the sink, the blonde girl started to wash her face. After drying up, she fixed her hair into a messy pony tail and tied it with a black ribbon. Admiring her reflection in the mirror, she smiled while staring at her ribbon in particular. Being a gift from her brother, it reminded her of happier times.

She then walked back to her bed. The time on her scroll read 5:30 AM. She still had four and a half hours before the scheduled time for her departure. Her travel bags were open, the contents messily scattered all around floor. She stood up and began fixing her things, throwing in her bag all the clothes that her twin bought for her. When she finished, she placed one of two travel bags on top of her still-messy bed. Opposite hers, another bed sat in the other corner of the room. Unlike hers, this bed was fixed properly, except for the thin layer of dust on top. The owner had not slept in it for nearly a year now.

This brought a frown on the Jeane's face. Her brother had left for his new school precisely one year ago next week. The event had changed the young blonde's life.

At the time, she was devastated to find his bed empty except for a note on top of his sheets. Reading the note with tears, she found out that her brother had gone to his school without their parent's permission or notice. Her brother stated that once accepted into the school, there would be no way for him to return home without being expelled or dropping out. Expressing his apology in the letter, he asked his little sister to pass the message to their parents and to take care.

After her parents had learned about the incident, their father could only weep silently while praying for his son's safety. Their mother was slightly worse. She had a downcast expression for a week, but she didn't leave her room until their son sent them his first letter since leaving. Their little sisters' reaction was a tad apocalyptic. Not as much as Jeanne, but enough to cause a mess. However, the three eldest sisters were the ones who stepped forth and claimed responsibility for their brother's leaving. They were grounded for two months, but not one had regretted their actions. This left the family in a mess for over a quarter of the year.

The letter was received after almost a month had past; however, it came with another letter. In the first, their son expressed his apologies again, with a promise to send more filled with stories about his time at his new school. The second letter was addressed to their parents. After reading it, their mother had finally relaxed and their father released the three sisters from their punishment.

Five months ago, Jeane made a request to their parents to be able to go to the same school as her twin. Through her persistence, they gave their approval within a week but only on the condition that she undergoes strict training and will be able to match the school's standards by the time of enrollment.

Jeane had completed her end of the bargain, although, her brother had no idea she was coming to his school as part of the deal with her father.

Currently, she was fixing up her attire. As it was not required by the school to wear uniforms on the first day, she was picking the clothes she thought would surprise her brother. With a smile, she stared at herself in the mirror. Feeling satisfied with her clothes, she brought her combat gear on top of the bed and placed them neatly inside the second bag. After working for nearly two hours, she gave the large room one more look and left with her travel bags full of clothes and armor.

Her parents waited for her downstairs.

'When you meet your brother, tell him we miss him.' Her father's face beamed with a proud smile. His graying blonde hair was properly combed back as ever.

'Did you forget anything dear? All your clothes are packed? What about your stationeries? You might for–.' Her beautiful mother stammered on. Her blue eyes were streaming with tears as she tried to stifle a whimper. Jeane tried to ease her mother's anxiety.

'Mom, please calm down. I have everything I need. Besides, if I miss anything by the time I'm there, brother is sure to have it.'

Her trust in her twin has never waned in the past year of his absence. Her father then spoke again with a more serious tone.

'Then did you remember that you didn't have a weapon of your own? Don't tell me you expect your brother to share Crocea Mors, do you?'

Jeane winced at this, but her father smiled and held out a long box.

'I've taught you all you need to know about weapons. That's a gift I was unable to pass to your brother. And although I regret giving you two gifts and your brother none, I ask you to use this for his sake instead.'

Jeane opened the box and let out a small gasp. Smiling, she then asked.

'What's its name?'

'I never gave it one. It is yours to name.'

Jeane was taken aback but started to think. Her loyalty to her brother was her strongest point. She understood that well, but to use it for his sake, for his life–.

She thought of one. Her brother had taught her many languages before, including the one were his sword's name originated from.

'With my love for brother and to use it for his sake,'

'Hmm?' Her father raised an eyebrow.

'What about 'Caerula Vitae'?'