A new goddess. The new, youngest of the most powerful gods in the world- The Moon Sisters. They said, a goddess of dreams. And he, as the goddess of war now had the task by the god of death to meet this new goddess. Walking into the goddesses domain, There was a lone tree trunk- the petals made from stardust, falling like leaves. Desre sighed in relief, murmured a prayer for the tree that gave its life for his comfort and sat down. He really hadn't expected it to take so long…he patted the ground. It was soft. To her surprise, there was flowers. Flowers he had seen before. These flowers were a bluish purple, and resembled a four leaf clover if the middle of each petal was cut out. He reached out to grasp one, curious.