In a sky filled with fire set ablaze by the crimson wings of her dragon, silver-haired, soaring above the battlefield with the dark speed of a storm, no need for men, no room for love—love will get you killed. Fire and destiny entwined, a never ending fight as the wind played a song only she could hear—Kiss the Sky

A gun to my head
Is it in my hand?
Or in the chosen one's hand
To take my life away
He has the gun
But I fear nothing
With the slightest movement of the finger
Escape is the word
Not die
No I will not beg
Life being spared will be more painful
Do it, do it