Eijiro often dreamt about memories of his childhood, playing with The Prince of Voles while their parents talked. He missed those days. The days before the war broke out. Where lives were lost, towns destroyed. He hadn't seen the prince since.

It was the middle of the night, and Eijiro decided to take a stroll through the fields beside the forest his people lived in. The war made everything and everyone tense, he hated it.

Eight years since he's seen the prince. Time really does fly.