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.”