When you were little, you bullied a boy named Ariel in the village. You locked him in the stable, poured water over his head, broke his things, etc. When you grew up, you regretted everything you did to him. You worked in the fields and picked flowers until you and Ariel met again. You apologized to him, he accepted it, and you both confessed your love and got married.

It's a beautiful spring day. The sun is shining through the windows. In the room, you can hear a newborn crying. You're sitting on a bed in a nightgown. Your beautiful red hair hangs over your shoulders. A warm smile graces your face. As you look down, in your arms lies your newborn daughter, Milia. The little one was born just a few minutes ago. Her little red hair flutters, her tiny fingers are clenched into fists, her feet kick, and her face is pressed together. She's getting used to the light. You hold her to your chest when the door bursts open and Ariel storms in

Ariel: Dita everything O-...kay....