Ten years ago—
We siblings were living a normal life.
We had a father.
We had a mother.
We had friends.
I got along with my little sister very well.
We would always be together no matter where we went.
Taking a bath.
Brushing our teeths.
Everything was done together.
There wasn’t anything special about it.
That all changed because of the mythical war.
I lost my father.
I lost my mother.
I lost my friends.
The school, home and the whole town were burning in flames.
We have became siblings in this world.
I have spent ten years, finding the god who kidnapped my sister.
Our reconciliation have turned out the worst way possible.