On that day,
The dawn promised by the sky father shattered in haste,
As the black tide surged, breaking through the walls with relentless grace.

In a quaint yet exquisite courtyard,
Two bitter foes meet at journey's end, their fates
entwined in fate's regard.

With no escape, no road behind,
They trade a weary smile in kind,
Together they gaze at the heavens afire —

“If I can ever see the faint light again and stay alive…
Then, outlander nemesis, you I will forgive.”

Not long ago,
As the romantic demigod closed her eyes,
The girl bottled her tears in sorrow,
And once more opened the dim-lit garden wide.

Two figures step into the courtyard's gate —

A general of Kremnos, her body torn, by vengeance bound, by fury swayed.
A noble of the holy city, once wrapped in gold, now haunted by a fate betrayed.

A simple injury, or so the girl believed,
Yet the two women met with scorn, their words like blades.

Because —
Their children fled, in love's embrace,
While bloodied pasts left scars in place.

A feud unbroken by countless years,
A chasm carved by blood and spears —
This was a sickness beyond the girl's touch.

“Just do your duty as a healer, girl.”
“The family feuds are like sunlight and storm clouds. They cannot mend.”

At least, the girl saw it clear —
The courtyard's birth, in days of yore.
Was born to mend the rift of dusk and dawn.

“Then, I will make every effort…
To have you cast aside your difference in this faint light.”

Before long,
The general's wounds were healed,
And the noble's worries gently repealed.

Yet when their gazes met once more,
The loathing within remained unswayed.

The girl then spoke the tale of her Sky kin,
Of a granmother's sacrifice,
A father's flight from within,
Of ancestors who descended,
Leaving their feud behind.

Their hands in hers,
She held them tight.

Yet flames of hatred burned too bright.
She did not waver or despair,
She just smiled and gazed upon the sky.

“I will use my own fate to prove to you —”

The courtyard, once bright, lay steeped in night,
Hanging blossoms and wind chimes all swallowed by the black tide.

The general raised her spear for the noble's sake,
While the noble whispered prayers for the general, gentle as a lake.

“If I can ever see the faint light again and stay alive…“
“Then, outlander nemesis, you I will forgive.”

The death they awaited never came.
Instead, a cascade of colors fell from the heavens,
Simply there, protecting them both.

The sky still burned, dark and low,
Yet her words lingered,
A gentle ember refusing to fade.
“I will use my own fate to prove to you —”

“Day and night can be mended,
And so can hatred be undone.”