[Recollection Log No. 15: A Witch with Silverine Eyes
Archive Class: Personal Log Author: Recollector Sho
I had the same dream again. There’s this white-haired girl lying in darkness. Her hands are bound by endless chains.
She appeared to be Albirean royalty, judging by her golden trinkets. Even her black horns bore golden rings. She turns to me with a smile, and I see her silverine eyes glimmer with some artificial light. She then calls me by a name that doesn’t belong to me: Sartoria. The knight of legend?
I draw my sword. It is a featureless black sword, but the hilt is adorned by a red ornament, that looked more like a crimson eye glaring at me. The white-haired girl reaches out to the sword. She pleads for me to spill her blood, insisting that I will see her again, when I wake from the dream. But the dream always ends, just as I am about to thrust that blade into her heart.
- Recollector Sho
