"Beware the love of man." A young man sporting black hair and eyes to match walked side by side with a gorgeous women like slender porcelain, and read the words engraved into the inner skull of the gazebo where they sat, "There is a very heart broken ancestor in your past."
The slender woman with auburn hair, that even the shadows of the gazebo could not suppress, pointed her finger up, and vines fell, serving tea and snacks, her lips parting into a voice that was neither here, nor there, "The Heroes saved many. But not us. In our history, we had to fight monsters beyond imagination without the strength of Heroes."
