Kirtasia

My young sister is by far the living being that I love the most. It's been more than nine thousand years since they killed her and time has yet to affect my wrath or ease my grief. At the time I should have stopped her from going there. She wouldn't have met her love and her daughter would have never come to exist but an encounter, no matter how charming, will never be worth that much.

While Sephesia couldn't stop talking about him, I've never actually seen him. Not in person, at least. He was present in a few visions so I could certainly recognize him if we met but I don't believe we will ever. If we did I'd kill him on the spot for being so irresponsible so, for my sister who always told me about him with such a tender smile, I pray Elune that our paths never cross.

I've heard of her but never seen her either. The only proof on this reality that my sister lived and maybe even the proof that she was happy– for a bit, if anything. She has dark blue hair, light blue skin and silver eyes, I was told. It's obvious that she got it from her father. If I searched for her I wonder if I'd find that she has something that reminds me of Sephesia. Probably, right?