One year later.
Caleb Shaw lazily leaned back on the swing chair.
His body slightly reclined, hands casually resting on the armrests.
The swing gently swayed with the breeze, emitting a faint, rhythmic creaking sound.
Selene Kane lazily snuggled up to him, her cheek pressed against his warm chest.
Her fingers, slender and fair, repeatedly twisted his hanging long hair.
Others sat scattered around on the lounge chairs, in groups of twos and threes.
The gentle breeze lightly brushed across their faces.
"Days like this are so wonderful,"
Selene said with a smile.
Caleb curled his lips into a smile, holding her hand tighter.
"We'll always be together, and days like this will go on and on."
After the events of last time, Caleb resigned from his proud position, choosing to return to his family.
Zane sat in a wicker chair not far away, a faint smile on his lips.
He slowly raised his hand, and his fingertips gathered a strand of eerie blue Spiritual Power.
