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-pre chapter-
"Trimviriar Icirius, who are my parents? Why must i not know who they are?"(Trimviriar - Grandfather) A little girl asks, her rare ash-blue hair waving softly in the wind.
A long bearded and pointed hat man sighs.
"Vi'ndostius remquersian cuestraqui, Elfen" (Neither do i know, Elfen)
Elfen frowned sadly.
"L'easrear w'asteria grovanbernen franchicerszo." She says. (Tell me their story)
Icirius nodded gladly.
"Well it all started..."
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Elfen Zardess //The Untold Story
Fantasy"The life of a pour soul" In which Elfen's Zardess's story will be unleashed, told and be held through open arms and heavy hearts, the girl who kept a straight emotionless face, opposite in the back, the girl who smiles secretly, even secretly frown...
