On a green slope of a high mountain, there was a single gravestone, facing the valley and the sun shining beyond the horizon. Erik had knelt before it, fallen deep into his thoughts… But no, he was actually talking. To the grave.
“So, that’s the situation. She was quite beautiful, you know – a tiny one, with fragrant brown hair and those brown eyes full of compassion and childish spark… She reminded me of certain someone when he was young…” he bitterly smiled, scratching his bushy blond hair. “But her big brother is overprotective”.
“I can’t blame him. He too reminds me of certain someone”.
A tall guy of short blond hair and light blue eyes, four years younger than Erik, was sitting on the gravestone. He was wearing white robes and a white bandana on his forehead.
“You wanted to say ‘
