Fantasy, that's how her life could be described.
Fantasy, that was what allowed her to see color in a world that others saw in black and white.
Fantasia, that's why, as a little girl, she just happened to be in Underland.
Fantasy, thanks to her, she got to know all her friends.
Fantasy, the reason she was fighting a surreal fight with a dragon right now.
Fantasia, precisely because of the word, was her armor dyed red, her own blood, seeping from wounds inflicted on her in combat.
Fantasia, that's why she was now being held in the white queen's arms, gently, as if she were but a child.
Fantasia, because of that word, the Queen kissed her lips, which were losing color.
Fantasia,it occurred to her when it happened.
The fantasy that led her life to the fullest caused her heartbeat to weaken.
Fantasia,a word of this meaning came to mind as her lips left a last sigh.
Fantasia, that was the last thing on her mind before darkness engulfed her and she last felt the embrace and sobs of her queen.
Fantasia,the word never crossed anyone's mind at the young Champion's funeral.
Fantasy, that word did not sound on the battlefield at the time.
Ah...fantasy...why you divided us...those were the last thoughts of the White Queen,before she jumped from the tower of her own castle to join her love,at least in death.
Because where there's no love, there's no life.
End