Scarlet walked slowly through the church to a plaque on the wall. Inscribed on the plaque read "In loving memory of Henry James Artly" Her father. The plaque was just few inches above her head. Being held firmly in her hand was the hilt of Gave's sword. She looked down at in her hands. She loved him. She truly did. Nobody could ever make her as happy as he did. Scarlet knew that if she walked away, she would never be able to forgive herself. Her mind was made up. Now she just had to find Gave.