Stand Ablaze

Act I: Mirror Flower
It is impossible to determine the specifics of my birth. I do recall, however, several flickering shadows that stood before me as I had just come into this world; into this existence. One was familiar from the start. A woman with long brown hair and a soft expression, towering over my small and fragile bodily structure with tears slowly descending from her rosy cheeks. Sadness? No... It wasn't such an emotion. More like a sense of relief and zeal... Happiness or joy. The others were not so easy to identify.