Ever since the council of Vesuvia was killed, things have been different; even the deadly Red Plague has disappeared. Its been three years since they died, and though you cant remember anything from three years back due to loosing half your memory, you've heard nothing good of the past of Vesuvia.

Of course, your just a student of magic, left to wander by your mentor Asra. Its not like you could really even remind yourself of the past since you don't remember it three years prior. But strangely, you get a weird feeling about every time it come up, as if you were there.. Even if you were, like before, you just cant recognize that feeling despite its presence.

You were watching of the shop, the aroma of bittersweet orange and wood filling the inside. The candle lights dimly lit the room. Moonlight crept through the windows, signaling your bedtime. But just as that thought occurred, someone knocked at the door. Who could that be at this hour? Its safe to be cautious now.

You slowly open the door, a tall silhouette standing in front of the entrance. The moonlight blocks their identity, but you can tell their a woman. A deep and evil energy emits from her, and you cant shake the familiar feeling when she speaks in the low and firm tone of hers.

"Is Asra here?"

The glimpse of half-lidded grey eyes glare at you.