“Are you sure about this reward?” Akira dangled the parchment in front of the curator. “

I

don’t decide the rewards here Mr. Ruka. That is up to the people who requested the job.” Akira scratched his head. “But, it’s only one pod of snap-plants… this shouldn’t be too much of a problem… ” The curator could

    

“Why the hell am I in this mess…,” Kalyh grumbled to himself. He ground his teeth at the thought of his… “friends’” words earlier that morning. “You want your money back? Bring us the head of the Crimson Dragon of the North, then

maybe

we’ll give you back a few shillings! Hah!” The memory faded into snickering

The mind is a force all too mysterious. It holds vast power, yet is entirely weak at the same time, only able to produce results if there is an entity to use as a medium. The subconscious mind is also able to rewrite itself - to create or destroy whatever it sees fit. Memories that are too harmful to the person’s equilibrium are effectively cut out. However, a sufficient force

is

able to resurface these memories - giving t

Two figures walk along an old dirt path through a cool forest, both carrying equipment, familiar yet exotic. Your kind may call them adventurers, while others might call them invaders or goldseekers. Whatever the case, these two were without a doubt travellers, walking to somewhere.




Upon closer inspection, the two travellers are a young man and a young woman. The lady wears a deep purple and black combat dress which hugs he