As we continued to tread closer on the path of moonlight, the fortress seemed to grow, and by the time we reached the foot of the fortress, we felt like a bunch of ants starting up at a giant's fortress.

"How do they even managed to build such a thing?..." I stared up at it.

"Legend told that the fortress of night was carved out of a mountain at the cost of thousands of human lives." Veritas casually explained.

"O..." That was basically the sum of my mood.

"Damn, are those doors for giants?" Rumble pointing out the obvious once again, and I couldn't help but awe at the sheer magnitude, as the hollow gate way itself stood around 100 meters tall.

"Back when the demon lords still roamed the earth, there used be a set of iron gates. But when the city were finally taken by the rebels though back door, the iron gates were ordered to be taken down. And I believe it was with one of the doors, the workers at that time weren't too careful, so one of the doorways unhinged and fell outwards, causing a minor earthquake that could even be felt from Ayre." Veritas hugged her arms, basically giving us a brief history lesson. But I am not complaining, I am always up for an interesting story and it honestly would be all the more enjoyable if it wasn't for it being minus freaking 30 degrees outside.

"So do we head in right now?" I asked, snorting back a frozen snob.

"Ah...Eventually..." she said with an air of mysticism. Before I could even ask what her words even mean, she shoved me aside with an invisible force and proceeded to crossing her arm in defence. Before I even knew what was happening, a lightning fast figure darted into mid-air and came down on Veritas with arms raised. He was successful in his surprise attack until his arms stopped around 1 inch away from Veritas's forehead. And on each of his arm, was a body of silver, and it only took me an instant to realize those were arm blades. The man laughed manically as he slashed and hacked at Veritas's wind barrier. There was the sound of air escaping, followed with a brief frown across Veritas's forehead. Just as their seemed to be a hint of Veritas losing, she proved us doubtful by lifting her other hand and made a pushing forth motion. Which sent the man flying backwards 100ft, but appeared to be able to land on his feet and still standing.

Who is that guy?

As my mind searched through its facial recognition data base, the figured approached us again, and then stopped at around 30ft.

"Forgive me vice president. I mistook you for a filthy underling." The man was in his early twenties with unnaturally white hair and bloodthirsty red eyes. Instead of wearing the white uniform, he had a black and white designer T-shirt and a massive black coat on top of it. It was complimented by black designer jeans and boots. Yeah, and if it weren't for the moves he pulled off back there I most likely would have mistaken him for some eastern pop-star wanna be, extra edgy teen edition.

"Zeloto." Veritas addressed calmly.

"Leave the rest alone. Your enemy is me."

"I am afraid that is not possible." Zeloto flicked his tongue, and seeing Veritas shot him growling look, he waved his hand in dismissal: "Please don't be mad at me. The president was the one who told me to do this."

"Where is she right now?" Veritas demanded.

"Right...Above you."

Slowly we all looked up. Sure enough, about 100ft in the air, a single figure hovered in the air, her details impossible to work out. Even though the blizzard has stopped now.

"What is the meaning of this President?" Veritas shouted in the air, with a venom I didn't think was possible from her.

Instead of answering, the figure began to descend to around 10ft above ground and by then I could make out her details much clearer. Long perfect smooth blond hair that shone like the radiant dawn, large living sapphire like eyes. A face, that be proclaimed as a master piece of master piece among the heavenly meisters. For clothing she wore the school's white uniform, except it was customised to the point, it was barely recognizable from the original, as the dress made her appear more of an angel, rather than a normal student. Though I know she was the same age as me, her appearance gave me the impression of immortal youth...Then I suddenly remember, I seen her before, she was on my school's news headline.

"Don't you think I should be the one asking such a question, Lady Aeolus?" Amare said, her voice smooth like perfect marble.

"What do you want?" Veritas snapped back.

"Nothing. Now would you step back and let us eradicate the vermin behind you?" her voice was honey sweet, her smile angelic. Yet her words didn't match her behavior at all. And I admit, I seen some bi-polar personality stereotypes before, but this was the perhaps the most unbelievable one I seen so far.

"I refuse." Veritas said vehemently.

"Oh well," Amare sighed, looking to the side, "don't say I never warned you beforehand..."

Veritas looked tensed for a moment, just as Amare seemed like she was going to snap her fingers, another figure descended from the sky.

"Sorry I am late." The newcomer was Wynd, still in the same white uniform that I first saw him in, cape over his back and rapier at his side and everything. But this time, he held a girl in his arms, a moment later he set her down.

That's when everything went wrong.
My world began to convulse and trip, it was like being sucked in a black hole, spit out from the other side of the universe and into a giant cup of Strawberry Frappuccino. That's right, that was just how my chaotic my mind was that moment. A million jolts of emotion ran though my veins, shutting off body functions here and there, while a tragic flash back sequence of my life played rapidly through my mind, there was pain and there was empty.

Twin blue ponytails, irises blue like ice gems, petit build, and cute white uniform.

She was the base appearance model of Rin.

She was the origin of misery and false hope.

She was the one that taught me one sided love.

She was the one I laid down an arm for.
She whom I once loved, and seeing her once again in front of me.

I didn't know what quite to feel any more.

She was the one who started it all.
All.

"Illyria..." I muttered.

Q: How do you usually act in front of your crush?