The wind howls loudly in this unfortunate night for the house of Castries. A significant figure in our lives has been lost in the hands of war. Of course this was expected, after all his profession asked for a really depressing fate.

They say that a star falls whenever an influential person gets taken from the world, but somehow the sky is still starry. Is God mocking us right now? The blasphemous line I stated may sound like I have a major case of megalomania but really-- someone amazing has been lost.

My father, Russell François de Castries, perished in the hands of Appruvia. He brought honor to his family until the end. Even the surroundings are following the mood of the situation, the grove of trees outside our manor are all spreading leaves dyed in autumn colors. The air was cold like the abyss of everyone's hearts right now. The number of people mourning around me don't help either.

I watch as the leaves of the trees are blown away towards the sky by a gust if wind. It's an autumn sky. Covered by thin, fleeting clouds with the stars faintly showing themselves for when the nightfall comes completely. You can almost hear the footsteps of the monotonous winter. The movement of time will soon slow down.

I should be the same as he. Seen as a public figure to everyone, someone who is fit to be called the daughter of Russell de Castries. I was trained since I was a child for the moment I needed to replace your position in society. My blood, sweat, tears and time that I spent with you father will not be wasted I assure you so please watch over me from up there. Watch over Adelise Xarles de Castries as I make the house of Castries be known all over Eloiseed.

My servant, Elliot Page, approached me with the same unfocused eyes as everyone else. He handed me father's sword and I nodded at him, thanking him for handing me the weapon. He pats my head and pulls me in closer to his body.

"You don't have to be so strong all the time... " he whispered in my ear. I pushed him away and turned around immediately. How dare he underestimate me. Adelise Xarles de Castries does not know of showing signs of weakness.

I never really mind Elliot trying to pamper me but clearly something is going on today, and that something means I'm getting irritated at everything and annoyingly irrationally angry.

I wonder how much my thoughts will be in a disarray. It's as if someone has thrown a rock into a body of eater, which has known nothing but calm both afternoon and evening. The one holding the rock would be of course, my own father. But even knowing that it'll be harder to be how I was before, I will face everything head on.

With my head held high, I looked straight forward and put the sword in my father's coffin.