"Tell me, young man, do you know? A phoenix once shed her finery, content to hide behind you."
She could give up her fine clothes and fur hat. She could accept a short life and an incurable illness. All she wanted was to spend her brief life carrying that young man with the shallow dimples.
The one she once believed she loved most now despised her. She regretted it, regretted giving up all her magic only to end up with a life full of hardship.
But she truly didn't know. How could she have known?
The love and hatred from fifteen hundred years ago were, in truth, a debt he owed her.
Why is there no one???