No moon cruising from the night sky but thousands of stars sparkling in the black velvety sky. It wasn't that dark in the garden as only bloody red roses can be seen there, blooming beautifully. A treehouse was built up in the enormous, hundred-year-old tree in the center of the garden and there Cion climbed up, waiting for Cornelius to arrive with a meaningful smile painted on her lips. Chadwick is the one she wants to get his attention but another Massoullève is interested in her which is not bad at all.
"He's still a Massoullève."
Cion whispered with a smile and in a moment, Cornelius called her name.
"Cion."
The maiden took a deep breath before answering from below.
"You can come up here."
Cion replied and the young man quickly climbed up to the tree house. His heart was beating
