Ten years ago—

We siblings were living a normal life.

We had a father.

We had a mother.

We had friends.

I got along with my little sister very well.

We would always be together no matter where we went.

At home.

During dinnertime.

Watching TV.

Playing games.

Taking a bath.

Brushing our teeths.

Sleeping.

Everything was done together.

There wasn’t anything special about it.

That all changed because of the mythical war.

I lost my father.

I lost my mother.

I lost my friends.

The school, home and the whole town were burning in flames.

We have became siblings in this world.

I have spent ten years, finding the G.o.d who kidnapped my sister.

Our reconciliation have turned out the worst way possible.