Traveling The Winding Road, Sadness covers her expression.

One thought clouds her mind, One mission.

Revenge on the people who burned her village.

Everyone was killed but her and her home was left in a state of pillage.

Hope lies in the shape of hate.

But who knows, Maybe this was just fate.

One face, the face with one eye.

Is the leader of the people who killed her family and blackened the sky.

His blackness battling Her Bright Crimson.

But the chance of her winning is one in a million.

In the end all her pain is released from her brain.

Blackness gives way to the Bright Red Crimson, Pouring from the one eyed evils veins.