Life has an inexplicable magic, and unrelenting song. Can you hear it, can you see? Be it quiet, be it loud, be it bright, be it meek. A life is a precious thing to possess. Fairy's magic comes and it fades. Tales will endure. Every life has magic, and every person has a story. Listen closely, and you may hear, a story, a song, you've never heard before. And you shall be changed.

There was no one to blame, and that was what made them the furious. Desperately searching for a scape-goat, they send the recluse to a death in exile. Had the girl any luck, that would've been what had happened. She could've passed with nothing but a vague legend to her name. Her life could've been simple, but, as she had come to suspect, her luck had run out long ago.