Years after the bechoosing, the young boy with the Treble pendant now has grown up to be a fine lad. His head turned on to the orange sunset, reminisces her mother’s last wish.
“Len…
You must journey to the capital…
To retrieve your sister…
To retrieve your other half..
Promise me that, my young boy…”
His feet make steps, towards the raging seas, towards the scorching dessert, towards the cold land of snow, towards the capital.
“I shall come for you, my dear sister…”