prologue
Have you heard the tale?
From a time where trees stood tall and the gods of nature would roam wild. There was a myth that spread around. During the summer months in the sunrise of dawn. Wet mist covering the fields of the farmers. On those particular days you could spot a girl dancing on top of the giant ocean cliffs, her bare feet trimming too close to the deadly edge. The tale tells that she rose from the crazy waves beneath. Her skin was made from the sand of the ocean floor beyond where humans could ever reach. Her gold hair was spun from the golden treasures of sunken sailors. The only clothing she would wear was a wail reaching long before the soles of her dirty feet. Her eyes were ever closed, with an eternal smile on her smooth lips as if thoroughly enjoying her dance. If a human soul ever encountered her dance they would either be saved from all earth's dismain and hate, if you crimes have committed she would willingly make you jump off the deep end. After the long summer months her presence would go unnoticed, returning to back whence she came.