~Epilogue~

In the middle of the night,
When the full moon came into view
And the villagers were fast asleep,
A silhouette of a young woman lit by fireflies stood before her grave.

She smiled as she picked up the roses ever so delicately,
Her ghost-like body seeming to shine with gold.
She stood up once again and turned around,
White dress and angelic wings flowing softly with her movements.

She stepped forward, seeming to float on air,
Her crimson tressels falling behind her.
She seemed to whisper his name, though softly where it was inaudible,
Then fell into his arms...

"Xelloss..."

and disappeared.