It was a regular ol' day in Clearbrook. Well, for most people. Because little did you know, your day was about to take a turn... and so was the day of a certain cheerful apothecary.

You saw Alfyn in the meadow, twirling a flower in his hand. His expression seemed peaceful, plastered with that never-fading grin... until that grin faded. He suddenly shut his eyes tight, and the flower fell out of his grip. Even from the distance you were standing at, you could see tears clinging to his eyelashes, gleaming like diamonds in the sunlight. He's holding them back...