Author's note: This chapter is posted early and dedicated to Anime. girl .666.777.888 for being my first reviewer. Enjoy!

Clarith wiped her teary eyes with a white handkerchief as she exited the small chapel that was now her home. When the news of Michaela's death had reached her, her heart broke. She had lost her only friend, the only person who didn't treat her any differently because of her white hair.

Once the revolution started she moved to the chapel to live as the nun. She knew that the prince of the Marlon kingdom was infatuated with Michaela and once she died by the hand of the evil queen he started the revolution. She heard that the queen died in the revolution. But in truth, Clarith didn't understand what the point in it was since it won't bring Michaela back.

She shook her head of such thoughts and looked towards the young sunrise as it was slowly starting to give light to the sky. Her eyes softly traced the line of the ocean horizon, drinking the sight in slowly. As she was marveling at the sight her eyes caught sight of something that made her gasp.

There was a body on the shore.

Quickly gathering the hem of her dress she ran to the beach unmindful of the sand getting into her shoes. Once she came close enough to the girl that the Sea washed away on its shore she fell on her knees next to her.

Clarith touched the girl's wrist with shaking fingers and let out a sigh of relief once she felt a steady beating beneath her fingertips. When she confirmed that the girl was alive she looked better at who she probably saved. The girl appeared to be young, having just entered adulthood. Her shoulder-length golden locks were matted with salt and sand but otherwise seemed well cared for as was her skin.

'She must have been someone important.' Clarith concluded. But the young girl was clad in only an oversized men's shirt. Clarith blushed a bit when she noticed it didn't really cover much and took off her jacket to cover the girl. It wasn't much but it would at least give her some modesty. Now all she had to figure out was what was a woman of (probably) high class doing washed away on the shore and inappropriately dressed?

Deciding to ask her when she woke up Clarith lifted the girl onto her back with some difficulty. Clarith was glad that she wasn't heavy otherwise she couldn't have carried her. She slowly made her way to the chapel with the unconscious girl on her back. As she carried her she shivered how cold she was. Clarith quickly put her on her bed and put a heavy blanket over her. Poor girl, God only knows how long she was at the sea to be so freezing.

Clarith left and came back with a bowl of warm water and a damp rag. She started to clean the girl's face as she noticed something on her neck. Curious, Clarith removed the locks of yellow hair to see what it was. When she saw a fresh looking scar going all around the girl's throat she flinched back.

"God help me." Clarith said as she looked up at the cross hanging above her bed. It looked like she had her head cut off and then… attached back! She shook her head. It wasn't possible to still be breathing if the head was cut off! But how did she get such wound without dying?

Clarith looked at the scar like it would somehow tell her how it came to be. Without thinking she slowly set down the rag and with her index finger lightly traced the surface of the scar. But just as she was about to draw her hand back another hand grabbed her wrist suddenly.

"EEEEK!" Clarith yelped and drew her hand back so fast she fell off the bedside she was sitting on. She quickly sat up to look at the girl who was now propped on her elbows and was glaring at her like she was the one who tried to kill her. Clarith felt chills pass down her spine when she saw the girl's ghastly yellow eyes but Clarith had never seen such eyes.

"Who are you?" The girl asked curtly but cautiously. It only fueled Clarith's belief that she went through some very unpleasant experiences.

"M-my name is Clarith. I found you washed away on the shore and brought you here." Clarith hastened to explain. The girl's ghastly yellow eyes scanned the area around her with the cautiousness of a cat in an enemy territory. When Clarith stood up her eyes turned to her with lightning speed, muscles tensed.

"It's okay, I wish you no harm. May you please tell me your name?" Clarith asked with a comforting smile.

"My name…" She heard the girl murmur. For a moment her eyes seemed distant, like she was trying to remember her own name. Clarith frowned a bit. Had she lost her memory?

"I… I'm…" She looked like she was struggling to speak. She raised her eyes to look Clarith into hers. When she did, the older woman almost took a step back. Now her eyes weren't that strange ghastly blue color, they were the color of the sky. Clarith was about to rub her eyes to make sure she wasn't seeing things when the younger girl spoke.

"I'm Ri…n. Rin. My name is Rin." The girl, now indentified as Rin, looked at Clarith with a confident look which quickly melted into a frown of confusion.

"Where am I?" She asked as she once again looked around the room she was in. It was fairly small, the bed she was lying on and a small table with two chairs was the only things in the room. On one side of the wall was a ticking clock and above the bed was a plain wooden cross. That was about it.

"You are in the chapel near the coast." Clarith answered. "Where are you from?"

Rin, formerly known as Rillaine, bit the inside of her cheek. She didn't count on anyone saving her. The last night and her deal with the devil now seemed like a memory from long ago but according to what Clarith told her it happened only one night ago. She would test it out later. Now she had to think how to answer Clarith. Despite being evil in nature she was brought up as a princess with manners and that included being nice to your host.

Clarith noticed Rin biting her cheek and looking deep in thought. The suspicion that she lost her memory returned. But she better be sure.

"Rin, do you remember anything from your past?" Rin snapped her head up in confusion. Clarith thought she lost her memory? A light bulb went off in Rin's head. If she thought she lost her memory she wouldn't have to make up a story about her past, because she wouldn't have it.

"Um…no." Rin said with a 'lost girl' face. Better keep up the act. It wouldn't do to be discovered now.

Just as Clarith had suspected, Rin probably hit her head on a rock when she fell into the sea. Last night there was a storm, and even though it was unbelievably short it was so strong that a few ships from the port were ripped apart. In Clarith's mind, Rin was lucky she survived.

Too bad Clarith didn't know that 'Rin' was the one that caused the said storm.

"Well, you can stay here until we find somebody who knows you or you remember anything." Clarith suggested with a small smile. She had been very lonely in the chapel all by herself. Maybe Rin will become her new friend, and maybe fill the hole in her heart that Michaela left.

She had no idea how wrong she was. If she knew she would've stabbed Rin in the back when she was asleep that very night.