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Journey's Dawn[]

Mina is a renowned traveler whose journals are widely read by the Aurorians of Astra. In one of her travel logs, Mina describes a regret she has held in her heart ever since she was a young girl. When she was growing up in a village along the banks of the Gold River, she formed a deep friendship with a knight from Lumopolis named Sheriozha, but, in the end, they had to go their separate ways. In this story entitled Journey's Dawn, the veils on both the Lumo Knights and Luminatics will be lifted one by one.

Introduction[]

After the caravan declined Mina's request to trade goods with them, she stood embarrassed in its shade, at a loss. It was then that a man in white armor saved her from her plight. Mina then learned his name—it was Sheriozha.

Volume III: The Silver Knight (Volume I)[]

When Sif and I returned home, she took the wolf pelts, rolled them tightly into a bundle, and put them under her arm. As I walked along, the string of bottles in my hands clinked a merry tune. These simple objects were our treasures.

Sif was so excited. She almost seemed to be leaping in the direction of the caravan, but the bottles were heavy and fragile, so I followed slowly behind. I felt as though everyone was looking our way. I had never been the center of attention before in my life, and felt very happy for a moment.

"What do you want to trade these for?" the puzzled merchant said as we walked up to him.

I didn't understand what he meant. I just craned my neck eagerly to glance at the cornucopia of goods arrayed behind him, over and again.

"We don't accept wine bottles," he stated plainly. Finally, he asked, "Are those just ordinary wine bottles?"

At that moment, I felt a sudden ringing in my ears, and my embarrassment froze me to the spot. The sun above my head seemed to be pounding like a drum. Even the sound of my bottles clattering against each other became unbearable.

The bottles were too heavy, and my hand began to tremble under the weight of the rope tying them together. Sweat began to drip down the back of my neck and ears, but I still couldn't force my feet to move.

Suddenly, I heard a low voice to the right of me,

"Girl, what do you want to trade these bottles for?"

(to be continued)

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