"Warriors who bear the thorns, you are the living embodiment of Quturan. 

As long as you remain living, Orzeca is eternal." 

Is there any other word that presses down on your heart like “eternity?” 

Father, I have rediscovered the story about the kingdom long gone, 

the story you never got to tell me. 

It was in the Promised Land, abandoned by the God of Light.  

The story of High Priestess Echidna that led the abandoned children to the root of Quturan. 

"The thorn is the gift bestowed by the goddess with eternity as its condition." 

Echidna’s children slaughtered their enemies with the weapons that manifested from the thorns of Quturan that wrapped around them. 

After reading the record stating that the blood they spilt became nourishment for Quturan  

and ushered in the glorious golden age for the ancient kingdom, 

I went down to the dead root of Quturan, following Echidna’s steps. 

"Only the good children that overcome the trial can become the queen of thorns. " 

As I went farther down, the smell of blood and... something burning pierced my nose. 

But was I mistaken? With the smell came Echidna’s whispers in my ear. 

I suddenly found myself opening my eyes, with my body soaked in cold sweat. 

I could not remember how I escaped that place.  

But father, I suddenly remembered the night of the last star we saw together in Calpheon.  

"Forgive me for my sins" 

You said, as you handed me the golden key, decorated with eagle wings. 

"Forgive me for forcing you into this eternal struggle." 

This was the first and last time I saw tears in your eyes. 

I couldn’t understand, but you felt so distant. 

So, I buried the key deep into my heart. 

"Do not forget who you are. You are my one and only Francesca Seric." 

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" Axian, the King of the Dead" 

The last king of the ancient kingdom bears the bloodstained crown, even after death. 

He waits for the Queen of Thorns to deliver his salvation. 

Father, I reread the history of the ancient kingdom every time I had a nightmare, which started from the day I followed Echidna’s steps down to the root of Quturan.  

I gathered the abandoned followers to form an army and waited for the fateful day. 
 The day I would reclaim the throne as I planted the young branch of Quturan. 

Delore La Sylvia.  

The cold star shall arise once more over my kingdom of Calpheon. 

However, my nightmare became a reality before the promised day came. 

The girl I saw at the root of Quturan, whom I did not even believe to be real, found me. 

With the power of the distorted goddess in life and death, 

I seek to reclaim what is mine. 

Is she the goddess’ trial that Echidna mentioned? 

No... Is she the fruit born by the sins you confessed father? 

My name is Francesca Seric, the rightful heir to the kingdom of Calpheon 

She has my face, my voice, my memories, my emotions... 

She wields the Morning Star and emanates the chill of the distorted goddess. 

Father, pray to the goddess that I may reign victorious. 

For I cannot back away from this duel. 

Only the one and true heir to the throne will survive and possess the holy tree’s thorn.