I clenched my fists as I was on the edge of making a decision that would kill my new friend in my stead or saving her in exchange for my life. I took a brief glance of her beautiful appearance hiding behind the dashing knight of hers that always followed her around. She never seemed like a commoner even when she wore the same clothes as us.
Her words were eloquent like a fairy when I first met her in a field of flowers. Her smile was dazzling compared to my hands full of dirt, trying to fix an old blade. It reminded me of the tale of Mill who mentioned he had accompanied a living doll during the carnival.
"Her hair resembled fine strands of vermillion red threads flowing from her every movement and her large pumpkin speckled pupils captured everyone's attention. Her heart-shaped face was
