When I found Yuko I begged her to send me to where Toya's soul was. She told me she could not bring back the dead nor could she kill me.

But she told me she could send me to another dimension where Toya's soul was still alive. She told me there would be a price to pay. I told her I'd do anything she'd asked.

She told me 18 years after I arrived there I was to use my powers to send the princess to her when she was without her heart. I didn't fully understand the request but agreed to it none the less.

I arrived on the day this world's Toya was to be born. I hid among the rafters of the room waiting anxiously to see him. When he came into the world he didn't even cry. He just looked all around the room with his sharp eyes. He saw me right away and smiled at me.

My Toya was reborn!

I wanted more then anything to rush down and hold him in my arms, but I restrained myself.

A near by enchantress foresaw my arrival in this world and agreed to pretend to be our mother and raise Yukito from a baby up without are memories of the past. I hid inside him and whispered words of wisdom to him. I allowed him to control our magic in hopes he would be chosen as high priest so we could be closer to Toya.

But even without our memories Yukito had a gap in his heart without Toya. He'd often stare out into the distance with a ghost of a smile on his face like he was recalling a fond memory. During such times even I couldn't tell what he was thinking. Often after such moment he'd practice harder then ever before on his training.

Even without me his heart knew this was the only way to get closer to Toya.

After Yukito was reborn my true form remained unaltered. From the cradle Yukito lay in as a child I would often take over and visit Toya in my true form.

As an infant Toya would cry furiously on nights of the full moon till sunrise. Even as a baby the full moon, my symbol, caused him great pain. As he grew the crying lessoned, but the pain always returned with every full moon.

Thankfully in his pain he never sensed me there with him, longing to give him some comfort.

Yours Truly,

Lacy Fairgold