Phoenix. This is what they call me. Just because I can put things on a fire, whenever I get angry. Blame my temper. But... Do I look like a bird? I am the same, as they are! What's so different about me and them? Oh right, I am his daughter. The one, who could be considered as earth, wind, water and fire. The one, who can be your father, grandfather and son. Goblin.

    People... No, human beings are cruel judges. They judge whatever difference there is. Your skin is darker? You don't belong between us. You can use magic? You are a witch! You can use a fire? Get out... This world is cruel.

    I am halfway there. Today is my fifteenth birthday. Another fifteen years and I'm going to die. Yet again. The ridiculous curse for my father, became even my curse. Just like he is destined to live until he finds his bride, watching his loved ones die. I am destined to die over and over again, every thirty years, until I find my true love... The Divinus must have been really bored when deciding punishments. Or he is just too into romantic things...

    But, what if I can't find my true love?

1964-11-04

    This was the last record in her diary, before it was put into flames. Together with her house. That day could be considered as the worst day. Right on her birthday. Every time Nara is born, she lived with different family until she is eighteen years old. But that day