-----I had been raised on a farm in a modest and rural village, but even then I aspired to be a knight of the kingdom. Nothing else seemed to matter to me more than being able to be one of the most highly-respected of status; though, of course, I did plan on being a good knight that defended the kingdom and commited good deeds for its citizens.

-----It hadn't been easy, but in my twenty-fourth year I finally earned my knighthood status. For a year everything seemed fine, and I kept true to all of the vows that I had made. Vows were sacred pledges made by knights who devote themselves to their services. To not fulfill a vow would cause a curse to be placed upon a knight and it would reflect what that knight had failed to do. Several vows were ceremoniously made to King and Queen to make it clear that treason would come at a great price.

-----I don't know if I should consider myself lucky or not for not breaking any of my vows to the kingdom, but I had nevertheless broken one that I had made only yesterday. That is why I am now a young girl, the same age as the girl that I had made my vow to, and the very reason why I'm crying. I wished that I hadn't made the vow that I had, but she was my youngest sister and I couldn't refuse her. Besides, after finally making it back to my hometown, I wanted to show my family a knight in action. I wanted them to be proud of me. So, while I had my reservations, I did vow to bring my sister's sick rabbit to an alchemist at a town that was two-days travel away. She loved her Skippy dearly and I couldn't refuse her request or showing my family a knight making a vow.

-----Unfortunately, with the town in sight, the rabbit had died in my arms. I will admit that, at first, I was more concerned about the curse that I would get than anything else; but that changed very fast as the curse enacted. And before I knew it I was experiencing the pangs of loss like my sister surely would when I returned with the bad news. I've never felt such strong feelings before, and I didn't even really care about the rabbit. But now I do care, and it hurts alot. I hope my sister can forgive me and help me... I fear that, if she doesn't accept me as her sister for failing to save Skippy, I would die of sorrow.

-----I looked up to the heavens and, supressing sobs, I asked: "Why did Skippy have to die?"

-----And this time the curse was far from my mind as I considered the lifeless form of my sister's beloved rabbit, whom I cradled in my arms.