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[]
As Mina tried to ascertain Sheriozha's address, she was struck by a barrage of incredible information. In the end, she still managed to find her idol Sheriozha, but things were not as she had expected.
Volume XII: Separate Ways (Volume II)[]
Sif asked me, "Do you want to take a look?"
I nodded, and with a straight face, replied, "I'm not sure. They must be mistaken."
We went down the hill and finally saw the dilapidated pub. Several men of different heights were leaning against the outer wall with various tools hung from their waists. Their sleeves were rolled up to their elbows, and they held wooden beer mugs in their hands as they talked loudly.
Sitting cross-legged against the wall was a disheveled man with curly brown hair and a beard, covering most of his face. The man put his hands on the ground, leaned forward, and smiled at the others as he said, "Hey, Will, give me a sip, would you?"
A strong-looking man with black hair kicked him and laughed, "The cripple wants a drink?"
The brown-haired man whimpered strangely and moved his lame leg with his hand, then sat back against the wall, but the smile on his dirty face remained. He stretched out his tongue and licked his chapped lips, staring at the mugs in the hands of the other men.
Sif asked me, "Can you see Sheriozha? I can't even remember what he looks like anymore."
I had recognized him.
But I couldn't speak.
The sun was high above my head, and that drumming sound rose once again. I felt like my body was being filled with the murky waters of the Gold River—crashing and rising, past my mouth and nose, and submerging my eyes.
"No," I heard myself say, "maybe we should come back some other time..." This empty promise almost asphyxiated me. It was a lie. But Sif knew I was giving up the search, and she was happy. She took my hand and turned back, recounting the strange things she had seen at the shuttle hub.
We left Lumopolis that very day.
Since then, I have seldom returned to that city floating in the sky.