Prolouge
A long time ago in the boundaries of Antartica grew a small Cherry Blossom tree. It was the only sight of green in this borring old waste land of snow and death. A young girl named Joyce had protected this Cherry Blossom with her life and it was a sorce of energy for her. If this plant were to die, surely her life would surely end as well. Life went by, until a man in a white coat had captured the young penguinette. The Cherry Blossom tree had started to wilt over the years of her absence, until it was ready to die off. The young girl started to grow more sickly, and weaker. She never...
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