"Back then, Elsa and I took the chance to sneak out when our father led the nobles out of the city for a hunt. Elsa just has that kind of talent to slip past others' surveillance; even the Intelligence Director and his spies couldn't hope to find her.
We rode a small, short-legged pony, carried a Short Bow, and, laughing, arrived in the depths of the forest within the valley. We saw thorns, flower bushes, butterflies, streams, and a beam of white light falling from the sky.
The white light landed in the middle of the stream. It was a mirror—shining, luminous, and spotless, as if one could see all the world's mysteries within it.
I felt a bit afraid and wanted to persuade Elsa to leave, but she was never afraid; she was always like that.
