As the morning wind hustle and the sun rises, lights the room of the young boy Grim Hardwell who just woke up from a good night's sleep. He stood up from the bed and fixed his deep brown hair, washed his face, and went downstairs to greet an old man in the kitchen cooking, his dad, Gild Hardwell. The Hardwells lived in Whiteshore Country’s Forest near the lake. Hardwell’s are the most trusted supplier of fishes in the market.

“Dad did I smell Glumfish soup?!”

“What do you think? It’s your special day so I made your favorite.”

“Special day?”

“Are you seriously forgetting your own birthday Oh stupid son of mine?” Gild finished cooking the soup and asked Grim to sit at the dining chair. He put two bowls of soup and a piece of bread on the wooden table.

“I knew it! Man, I hope every day is my birthday!” he laughs.

“Then we’ll lose the money, you idiot!” Though he curses his son Gild loved Grim so much that he’ll give everything to him. Gild looked at the boy and smiled. After finishing their morning meal Gild took something out of his pocket covered with pure white handkerchief a necklace that has a purple stone. He gave the necklace to the boy and with a bit teary eyes he said,

“Take care of this, your mother wanted you to have this at your eighteenth birthday. Always wear it and never lose it.” Grim grabbed the necklace and put it on, even though he never met his mother he loves her very much and he still imagines what she looks like since there are no device or ways they could capture a persons face at that time or maybe they have they just don’t know how.

“I will cherish this forever,” Grim said to his dad sincerely. “Well then dad, I need to go and deliver these fishes you caught! Take care on the river!”

“You too son!”

Grim grabbed a few boxes which have fishes inside and carried it all into the back of the ox carriage. He hopped on and followed the trail.

A few moments later while Grim is traveling for the town he saw a familiar silver-haired pretty girl wearing a dirty white long-sleeved shirt, pants, and wooden sandals, she is just a few steps from him. He went forward past the girl a little bit, stopped, and looked back. It was his friend Arriane Jeanne Leumi, she is one year older than him has bright red eyes like fire and piercing stare, her stature were thin and skin pale as white. Looking a little less healthy she is still one of the beautiful girls in Whiteshore. Leumi family was once the biggest and well-known seller in Whiteshore. However, due to past war, their family lost some of their assets which turns to a big loss in profit and some of the competitors grabbed that opportunity to grabbed places in the market. Now Arriane's parents are no longer living and only her uncle the husband of her dead aunt who was the sister of her mother, is now taking care of her and their only store located at the Whiteshore central city. The question is, is he really taking care of her?

Grim called Arriane who was looking blue and sad. He told her that she could hop on the back of the carriage if she is also going to the town. Not noticing the girl's mood and state he and Arriane went off.