After everything that had happened, Allan took Chivelle directly to Balterossa through a warp portal. He needed to know, what had actually happened and Caedmon better answered this fast.

But, as if he had known everything that had happened, Caedmon rushed out once he heard the bell ringing.

Suddenly Allan didn't know where to start his story and how he should act.

"I'm sorry Caedmon. We were attacked by some giant Feralwood and…"

"It's okay, Allan." Said Caedmon calmly, extending his hands. "Hand her to me."

Allan handed Chivelle to Caedmon, who brought her inside the house, while Allan waited outside. After a short moment, the Commander of the Falcons came out and handed some money to Allan.

"Thanks for your hard work, Allan," he smiled painfully. "You can leave now."

After saying that, Caedmon was about to close his house's door, but he was stopped by Allan, who held it.

"Like the hell I could leave after everything that happened! " snarled Allan. "I brought your sister here unconscious yet you aren't angry at all and kept a really calm face, as if you knew she would return home like that. Moreover, she called a Feralwood 'sister'! I need explanation." He kept holding the door with furious look on his face, glaring straight at the man in front of him.

Caedmon sighed, then opened the door again.

"Fine, get inside then. I will tell you everything. Do you want to eat something?"

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After a big portion of Leap Frog chilli con carne satisfied his hunger, Allan sat on the cream sofa in Caedmon's living room. It had somehow comfortable and relaxing atmosphere.

Caedmon sat opposite him, after he put a bottle of Royotian wine on the coffee table and two glasses with a big ice block inside each one. He poured the wine to each glass.

"If you think that making me drunk will stop me from asking, that wine isn't necessary." Said Allan, taking the glass nonetheless. Some alcohol after dinner was always nice.

"I'm a man who fulfils his promises," said the Commander after drinking a sip. "I will tell you everything you want about Chivelle."

"Then do it. Don't waste my time." said Allan, adding pressure to the last four words.

They sat in silence for a long time. Caedmon held his glass tightly as his face expression filled with deep sadness.

"I used to have another sister, Chevalia. She and Chivelle were twins. Chivelle had a weak body, but her intelligence was the highest among us. That's why instead of taking her to the training grounds to teach her how to fight, my mother trained her privately at home to perform mystic arts. My sister learned them in a short amount of time, which made both me and Chevalia amazed."

"One day, Chivelle said she wanted to see fireflies in Darken Forest. My parents didn't allow her, since it was dangerous especially in her weak condition. She told Chevalia about this, and Chevalia agreed to take her sister to Darken Forest secretly. Both of them went there, and they saw the fireflies. Suddenly, a giant Feralwood arose in front of them. Chevalia tried her best to fight it off, but she was slammed to the forest floor and poisoned. And she was gradually changing into Feralwood after being infected by the poison."

"Seeing her sister's condition, suddenly Chivelle took Chevalia's swords and ran towards the monster. She sliced them in inhuman speed and made the swords flew to four point of compass. It was our family's ancient technique, called the Crimson Butterfly. It cannot be learnt and only some members of the family could do it. Usually their eyes' color would change to blood when they are angry or about to perform this technique."

"Before being changed completely, Chevalia casted a spell to teleport Chivelle back to our house. When she arrived, she was crying hysterically until her eyes got swollen. Chivelle was really depressed and kept blaming herself for Chevalia's accident, although none of us considered her guilty for that. All the parents told their children not to speak of Chevalia again in front of Chivelle and I can understand you didn't know this matter, because both of you and Torgal were trained outside the tribe and only came home once in a while. Moreover when you came back, the matter was long forgotten."

Thus, Caedmon drank all the wine in his glass. Allan gave him a puzzled look.

"So you are trying to say that… The Feralwood just back there was Chevalia?" said Allan, reassuring himself.

"I think so." said Caedmon, putting the glass down. "Chivelle knew that one day she will have to kill her, to end her suffering after being turned into a monster. That's why I insisted on asking someone to accompany her."

Allan was truly speechless. Really, he never expected everything to turn out this way. What a dark past for a girl! He began to imagine, if it was himself in her position. Well, maybe he would say: 'like the hell I care', although he felt really miserable. He sometimes acted harshly towards Torgal, but never in his mind has appeared a thought to kill him.

"By the way, Allan…" asked Caedmon, curiously "Do you know that…"

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Chivelle has finally awoken. Since she woke up, she couldn't stop crying.

Her mind kept flashbacking to the past, to the times when she and Chevalia were playing together. Suddenly, it jumped to the scene when she killed the Feralwoods with her own hands. Even thought it was a flashback, it looked so vivid, as if now it directly happened in front of her eyes. The blood splattered everywhere and drenching her swords, Chevalia's swords.

And one of those creatures was her only sister.

Suddenly, she heard knocking on her bedroom's door. She wiped tears with her blanket and took a deep breath. Caedmon mustn't see her like this. Finally, after few minutes of trying to calm herself didn't work, she got up and opened the door.

Then the one behind the door was unexpected.

"Mr. Allan?"

Allan looked at the girl in front of him. Her eyes were red and wet, surely she was crying for a long time. Somehow, seeing her sad expression made him feel really painful.

Do you know that you were Chivelle's first love, since her childhood?

Allan now knew, why she seemed familiar. He had seen her before and helped her.

"Sorry you have to see me like this," Chivelle wiped her tears with her hands then tried to smile, although her tears still continued to flow down her cheeks and her voice was shaking. "By the way, thanks for your help in the forest."

"No problem," he paused for a while. There were a lot of words popping out in his mind, and it's hard to decide which one he must say first. "Can you please just call me with my name?"

"Sure M- I mean Allan," she said, her heart beating faster again, as Allan slowly reached towards her face and wiped her tears with his fingers.

"That's what you would do for someone you has feeling for, right?", thought Allan as he pulled his hand back.

Now he realized Chivelle didn't take her eyes from him, her ears put back in embarrassment and shock at the same time.

Oh crap, he directly said what was in his mind. "Allan, you're the most stupid Sovani on earth" he said to himself this time definitely not out loud.

"The words just now…" Chivelle said, not knowing where to start. "Is it true?"

Her ears lay even more flat, as she blinked nervously. She knew that Allan was her crush in her childhood and she was quite nervous when they were close. Even so, to think that he had something for her sounded like... A dream.

Allan scratched his head awkwardly, "Well…" He was really embarrassed. "Yes. But we should know each other first, right?"

Chivelle immediately jumped to his embrace, wrapping her hands around his neck and waist. Allan, who wasn't expecting the reaction, directly fell to the floor. Both of them laughed.

Allan got up first and pulled Chivelle's hands so she could stand.

"Why did you suddenly jump like that?" asked Allan, not letting go of her hands.

Chivelle hesitated for a moment. Her heart beat furiously, after her skin received the warmth of his hand. Never has she thought she would feel this warm again.

"That's because…" she hesitated then grinned teasingly. "It's a secret!"

,,,,,,

"Mom, I want some new swords! You gave Torgal new Leraje, why don't you give me one? That's not fair!" said Allan, pleadingly.

"No, Allan. I gave it to Torgal, because his Leraje was broken. And besides, you're the one who broke it," Said his mom, without looking away from the dishes she washed. "But if you do a good deed to someone, maybe I will reconsider it."

Allan beamed. "Really Mom, will you do it?"

She put all clean plates on the rack, dried her hands and then kneeled, so she had the same height with her child. "Sure, dearest. Torgal will follow you, to make sure you did it. Off you go."

Allan's face crumpled then he walked out followed by Torgal. That meant he couldn't just directly take a walk then go back home saying: "Mom, I had done one good deed," because Torgal was watching him. And Torgal would NOT lie to their mother for his sake

The sun almost set when he finished asking their neighbours, which politely rejected his help. He was hopeless already. Seeing this, Torgal fastened his pace, so now he was in front of Allan. He gave his brother a sign to follow him to the park, where the children were usually playing.

There they saw a little Sovani girl, with some children around her. From that distance, Allan could see her crying and covering her ears. And the children around were shouting at her.

"Murderer! Kill her!"

"Banish her from the clan!"

"Make her feel the pain of death!"

Allan analyzed those children. From the situation, it definitely wasn't some joke or drama playing. And he knew one of them, Fritz. He was the leader of those children and the most big-mouthed, whom Allan had never liked at all.

Torgal, looking calm and composed, as if what he saw was nothing, pointed at the girl.

"How about helping her out?"

"Torgal, if you know this matter, why don't you do it yourself?" Allan protested, looking at his brother "That shitty Fritz always fears you for your charisma."

"And he fears you for your power, even though he always badmouthed you behind your back. Besides, Mom precisely said that you're the one who must do a good deed. Another thing, I know you never liked him." Then Torgal grinned "Use this chance."

Now Allan grinned. He walked slowly, while Torgal climbed a tree nearby and hid himself. Everyone shut their mouths after seeing Allan approaching them with a stern face and intimidating glare at anyone who blocked his way. He stood in front of the girl, and no one dared to speak with him or continue mocking the girl.

"Really Allan, step aside would you?" Shouted Fritz angrily, stepping closer to Allan. "Don't interfere our game."

"Nothing of this looks like a game to me, more like bullying. Who are you to judge her anyway, Fritz?"

"It has been general fact that she left her sister to death! That's only common if we insulted her."

"Really man, no Sovani wants to kill their own siblings," He said, glaring at Fritz. "And I think she had been brave enough to fight, unlike you, who are only some lousy coward that can only bully a girl."

"What did you just say?" Fritz asked angrily. "I'm not some lousy coward!"

"Prove it then, by fighting me now. If you win, do as you like. But," Allan drew his swords. "If I win, let the girl be and you and your friends must never do this again."

Fritz drew his axe. Everyone circled around them, created a fighting ring around the two Sovani children. Torgal only grinned from the tree, seeing Fritz furiously trying to hit Allan, but his brother dodging easily without any effort. From technique, speed and strength, it was obvious who the winner would be. Surely long periods of fighting training outside the tribe between them the two brothers had a great result, and Torgal's leraje wasn't broken for nothing.

Seeing his enemy had been provoked enough, Allan faced him and attacked. Fritz's axes flew from his hand as his opponent's blades feigned a cross pattern. Allan pointed his sword at Fritz's neck.

"I win, get lost then," Allan said with an unpleasant voice. "And don't ever bully this girl again."

Directly, Fritz backed away and took his axes. Then he fled with his friends running behind him. Allan smirked at himself. He never felt this satisfied.

The Sovani put back his swords then turned around to see the little girl who still sat motionlessly. She looked down while her body trembled with fear. Allan extended his hand.

"I won't hurt you," She sat still, didn't react at all. "I promise."

He pulled the girl up as she took his hand without looking.

She finally raised her eyes at him. After some moment, the Sovani girl began to speak "Thanks for your help."

What happened once their caught each other's eyes, was really magical.

In some way they both lost words and the time around them seemed to stop. Her eyes glistened with tears in their corners, but they were shining with wonder. The boy's ear moved in amazement as he saw her face, she was such a cute little girl.

Torgal cleared his throat. Since when he has been standing there? Directly Allan's ear twitched in embarrassment as he realized how long he stared at her. His brother chuckled

"Hey, since it's almost dark, how about escorting her home? It could be quite dangerous in night," Torgal said, refraining himself from laughing. Before his brother said a word, he quickly continued: "I will tell Mom how gallant you are."

Allan only nodded. Actually he would be shouting all over and giving his brother a nice blow on his face, if only there wasn't a girl nearby him. As Torgal ran home, his brother looked back at the girl again and realized one more thing: he hadn't released her hand. Why didn't she even try to release it or at least tell him?

He cleared his throat awkwardly. "All right then... Where's your home?"

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"Which one, Chivelle?" asked Caedmon, looking at his sister.

After Chivelle came home yesterday, she told him she liked someone who helped her. Since she forgot his name, Caedmon, who was filled with curiosity, directly took her to training grounds to know who the boy was.

"That one, brother. Boy in green armor." She pointed at Allan, her ears slightly showing her embarrassment.

Caedmon gasped. Allan? Helping someone wasn't what he usually did and when did he come back? Usually he wasn't in the tribe.

"His name was Allan, Chivelle." He patted his sister's head "Remember that, okay?"