I wonder when I began feeling this way.
Becoming cold yet warm, good yet feeling somewhat evil; complicated, I must say.
Was it the moment when I ran to the woods while being chased by my uncle, Count Gildeus, who was my father's, the Great Emperor's brother, and all that was on my mind was to survive?
I am not sure.
Whatever came next didn't matter; I just wanted to live from that moment as I promised my mother.
I wanted to breathe and breathe; any second longer would become a minute, and any minute longer would unknowingly become an hour, and that hour would fly into days and then weeks.
However, as a wounded little girl in that forest surrounded by utterly dead trees, I sat with strength leaving my body.
In the next moment, I saw with my own eyes my uncle being torn apart pieces by pieces by scythe-like hands from an unknown mutant; that's what I thought, at least.
It was the first time I met Grey.
