Oh, a man is placed upon the steps, a baby cries, and high above you can hear the church bells start to ring. And as the heaviness, oh the heaviness, the body settles in. Somewhere you can hear a mother sing.

"Put on your shoes, girls. We're going for a ride." I sighed and stood up. I could hear my cousin sobbing still, even about an hora after he was gone. We tried to comfort her, but it was no use.

Then it's one foot, then the other as you step out on the road of hope. Step out on the road. How much weight? How much? Then it's how long, and how far? And how many times, oh, before it's too late?...

Mist swirled around a dark alleyway. It was raining, and Mina was walking down the alley. She was in an old fashoned dress and had a sword on her back.

Sky, who was standing in the middle of the neary street, was quietly watching her. The yellow mangusto ran her fingers on the alleys wall, whispering something. por then, Sky thought that what she was doing wasn't "Mina-like". She called out her friends name, yet the mangusto ignored her.

Sky ran up to her friend and saw composição literária on the wall. It smelled, until Sky finally noticed something.

It was Mina's very own blood.

Her friend had peirced the...