“That’s alright. Don’t worry about it. What you [i]do[/i] remember is very helpful.”

Alice ran her hands through her hair. It was so cumbersome at times. Twisting her golden locks, she wrapped and twisted them into a tight bun against her head, tucking the end into the middle to keep it fixed.

The moon was high in the sky and the sky was pitch-black, the stars covered with clouds. Indeed, a storm was coming, and it would not be a mere refreshment, but a struggle between elements. Lightning and rain. Life and death. Peace and war. Crescentia was doomed. Out-numbered and dumb compared to the Ultimatum. Still, certain death was no match for reckless optimism.

“We’ll need to change our whole strategy,” the blonde muttered to herself. “Fight fire with fire. It’s the only way to go.”

She found the flint and fire striker and lit a candle in a candlestick holder. Once it was alight, she poured water on the fire burning to illuminate the room and carefully picked up the candlestick holder and started out of the room, beckoning Melissa to follow her into the darkness.

Walking slowly down the halls, she went down and down and down until they reached the courtyard, a large and expansive garden in the middle of the castle, with a stone space in the middle with benches to relax on. Alice meandered to the center and placed the candle on the bench.

“Will you teach me how to fight? I want to be useful against the Ultimatum.”