The wind howled monstrously, the air so cold Sahara wasn't at all surprised when it started snowing. The night was shrouded with mystery, why had everyone been called here? She tended to the fire place her chestnut hair shining with the coppery glow of the fire light. It had been years since she had last seen everyone. So why was she so nerves? She should be happy. Sahara couldn't help but think about the past. When a knock at the door filled the room, a knock she was quick to answer. In the door way stood a cloaked figure. She smiled, "Please come in, you must be cold from your journey" she said rushing the person inside. A moment of silence passed between them, then the cloak was removed to reveal…
"Yuzuki, I'm glade you could make it," was all that Sahara could muster; she looked her long lost friend over. Her crimson hair as bright (if not brighter) then a burning flame, her deep dark brown eyes just as they were so many years ago. Her skin, held the soft, white appearance of marble "It's… been along time" her voice echoed through the almost empty room. Yuzuki looked around. The room was obviously old; it looked more like no one had ever lived in it. In the far corner stood a bed and a side table, nothing fancy if anything it reminded Yuzuki of rooms that nuns had at convents. "It's nothing much but it does suffice." Sahara commented "so why exactly was everyone called here?" she asked. "I don't think I'll tell you just yet; wait for the other-"they were interrupted by yet another knock upon the door. Sahara opened it; ten people all in a single file line came in one by one and greeted her. This continued until five men, five women and a black cat where all sitting in a circle comfortably on the floor.
Everyone looked at Yuzuki with questioning eyes "all my old friends together again" She smiled "but alas this isn't why I brought you here," a pause went through the room the tension in the air so thick you couldn't cut it with a butter knife. "As all of you may or may not remember. Today is the twenty-fourth anniversary of the blood war… right now the people gather to remember it and that is why we are here." She paused again. No one spoke; all of them lowered their heads in remorseful memory of that fateful night of the palaces destruction, along with the destruction for their hopes and dreams. "Also…" she spoke again "because of this" she held up a tiny notebook; tattered, torn and dirty with age. The cover was crowded but you could still see the painting of red and white roses. The outer rim that was once a bright and shiny gold now had no luminous appearance at all. On one side was a lock, that's seal had been broken. "What is it?" Adam inquired; he was no longer the man Yuzuki remembered. He had aged tremendously in the twenty four years. His long grey beard, covering most of his face, only his bright blue eyes, his nose and his broad forehead were exposed. "This" she said "belonged to the princess and… it was her journal, in it are the events that preludes the destruction of our beloved kingdom."