Solitude

Once upon a time, there born a little girl. She don't know how she was born nor did she know why she was born.

When that little girl took an appearances, she had the images of that small adult—teenager.

Green hairs that flowed down to her back as the person to tie her hairs hadn't appeared yet, the oval shaped sunlight-like orange pupils, the calm temperament and her fairly small body

In the graveyards where the souls of dead rest, she arises—forgetting or erasing about all her past, she was as pure as white—waiting to be dyed at any bright color.

However instead of being dyed in bright color, she was filled with sadness. Why would an adorable girl be sad? No her lover didn't die or something.

She felt lonely. No one dared to approach her nor try to have a conversation with her. From the moment she was born, the number she opened her mouth to talk could be counted with fingers.

It was all because of the mysterious aura she emitted and the human feared the unknown. It was this kind of world they're living in.

One touch from mysterious being may cause them to die. So she wandered far away from the graveyard she was born.

Knowing of nothing, nothing knows of her—some ran away from her, some targeted her life and finally, some let her be—waiting for the destined person to calm this seemingly time-bomb.

She was like superman in the eye of batman to others, unknown when she'll berserk and cause a disaster to this city.

It has been 2 years since she lived in this small house alone—she never skipped her cleaning so the house were clean… rather than skip, she had nothing else to do.

From time to time, she bought food too cook it at house while sometime she ate outside although rarely because she hated the look of fears the citizens had.

To reduce her solitude—the girl with no name started reading novels, the current trend of Reign Empire.

The tile of book was: The Tale of Lonely Princess and Knight in Black Armor. The title it had weren't the most curious-enticing name.

The citizens didn't particularly liked this novel because of the princess being too expressionless. But this no-named girl especially liked this novel.

Because it contained her ideals—she could understand why the princess had less words about her. And she could understand her loneliness.

Because of her status, no one would dare to talk with her—because of the power of her status everyone were too afraid of her because a single word from her can cause the fall of their family.

Once when she almost gave up on her desire, there appeared a person willing to look at her with same-level… filling her life in a certain color.

That is black color—only when the princess is with this person would her the mask of calmness be removed and from time, she would smile really happily.

This no-named girl couldn't help but imagined the princess' smiling face would be but in the end, her imagination crumbled easily. This is the only part of novel she didn't understand. How does one smile happily?

Flipping the pages, the no-named girl was on the final volume, there's nothing more after this.

After a long training, the knight who was defeated by the enemy—faces him, this time there's no way his enemy would spare him once again.

Despite the dangers of life, the knight goes forward to save his princess and finally, with a struggle—he fought alone against the entire kingdom and won the fight.

Seeing how injured the knight is—for the first time in her life, the princess cried asking the meaning of knight's foolish action.

Lied down tiredly he says—"Because I want you to be truly happy."

Reading this pages, she unconsciously teared a bit because of that single quote. Even now, she didn't understand what being happy meant.

The word happy were a dream unachievable for her. But still, she wanted someone to say that to her. Even if she didn't have that privilege—even if she was mysterious, even if she was not as weak as the princess in story.

Even if she wasn't like an existence that one would feel like protecting like the princess in story—although a pointless wish, she wanted to feel happiness.

Closing the book of fantasy, she wiped her tears as she started the days like usual—bid of any excitement, tired of being scared of, her days dyed in white, just white as she feel like she is the only person existing in this world.

As she waits—the green butterflies glimmered in bright light flutters around her—she begins her usual expectants of meeting her destined person, the one who would let her feel happiness.