This will be another chapter about Vivi's childhood and how she had become so jaded. I find it interesting how the two immortals in this game (the Wizard and the Witch) are automatically more remote from the world compared to the other villagers—so I hoped to shed some light on that subject. Now, I wonder what's the and Harvest Goddess' and Harvest King's excuse is...
While growing up, Vivi never wondered why her father's fair hair gradually became streaked with white.
With a child's ignorance, she had viewed it as something good—his hair began to match her and her mother's silvery locks—but that was before her mother came to Vivi with a tear-stained face.
"This is the price of being who we are," her mother said, eyes shining brightly. "We are blessed with long life, yet cursed with death all the same."
Tears streamed down Vivi's face as they stood beside a mound of dirt. That was the last time that she cried.