The black-haired girl was once the pope's adopted daughter. Now she lives under an assumed name in a field of purple carnations, keeping a past unknown to all. She has known confusion, resolve, and hatred. Now it has all faded like rainclouds passing by. The times are changing, and before one wave has settled, another is already rising. What choice will the black-haired girl make during the brief calm before the storm, now that she seems to have completely forgotten her past and wears a gentle smile? Will she resist her cruel fate, or submit to it?
