Met With Miss Breisa

"Oh, no? Doesn't she has a family even if its just one?" she asked herself. Freislor tried to follow where the little girl had gone. At first, the girl just walked into a busy street. Several times Freislor heard the girl calling for her mother. It made her sad.

"I think, I have to do it now," she thought. Freislor stopped time with her thoughts. Now, no one was moving apart. It just her and the little girl who was carrying the newspaper can moved. Freislor got off her bike and tried to grab her hand.

"Wait," said Freislor in a low voice. The girl she was holding suddenly stopped. She turned around. Now, they are face to face. Freislor could clearly see the flat look on her face.

"What's wrong? Who are you?" asked the girl with a straight face.

"What are you doing here?"

"I just want to be with you, what are you looking for here?" asked Freislor while looking in all directions. The girl lowered her head. Then, she gave a newspaper to Freislor.

"What's this?" Freislor asked to her. Her right hand took a newspaper in the girl's hand. A moment later, she read it carefully.

"Gosh, she doesn't have a family?" she asked herself. She started to read a newspaper which stated that, her family died after a big accident happened in the Hloki Mountains. A highest mountain, where the Grendolfins reside. The Hloki mountain has never been penetrated by any human.

"Heum, you better get out of here, I'll give you a prayer when I do it. No need to worry, I can do that for you. Go easy afterwards, little girl. Hope you're in peace there," replied Freislor with a smile. She gave the newspaper to her. However, the girl shook her head. She shed tears in front of Freislor.

"Hey, don't cry. Why are you-?" Freislor is trying to find out.

"I want to meet with my friend," she said softly. She spun and danced, her whole body moving. Freislor watched her close her eyes. Her hands danced in the air, forming rainbow colored bubbles. And the strangest thing, there are voices running around in her head. A splash of gray light instantly depicted how the girl and one of her friends were laughing at each other. They play basketball and throw jokes at each other.

"Ah, do you want to meet him?" Freislor resumed her questions. The girl stopped her dance. She smiled faintly in front of Freislor while nodding.

"Could you tell me what your name is? And, who would you like to meet?" "My name is Breisa, and he is Aldo," she answered quietly. The answer that Freislor heard made her entangled. She did not expect that he would meet one of the oldest royal ancestors in her kind.

"Ah, Miss Breisa. I'm sorry for your passing," she said, bending one knee. Pay her respects by bowing her head. After that, the girl walked over to Freislor. One of her hands stroked Freislor's head gently while smiling. After that, she let it go. Freislor finally got back on her feet.

"Miss, let me turn back time so it can go back to normal. After this, I will look for it with you," said Freislor with a smile. Breisa smiled and nodded her head. At that time, Freislor finally snapped her fingers. Turnaround time is back to normal. The people around them walked on as if nothing had happened.

"Are you ready?" Freislor made inner contact with Breisa. She did it on purpose so that no one thought she was doing strange things. "Yes, I'm ready. I'll fly and follow you."

Freislor spurred her bike. Along the way, her eyes never left the surroundings. Right, left, front and back. Everything seemed important to her at the moment. She rode her bicycle fast. Until finally, the girl stopped at an old uninhabited house on the corner of Dewsua Street.

"Heum, this street isn't the quietest, is it? Are you sure we're going to come here?" asked Freislor, she glanced slightly to the side. Not infrequently, she tapped her fingers on the handle of her bicycle. Breisa suddenly shed tears as she said softly.

"Yes, this place is what I'm looking for. I'm sure we can find it here. Don't be afraid, I'll take care of you. This place is a bit dangerous indeed."

"Ah, don't scare me, Miss. You are even much younger than me, let me take care of you," replied Freislor. The girl did not want to appear weak in front of her ancestors.

"I'm not sure you can deal with it alone."

"Come on, I'm sure this place isn't that scary, see?" asked Freislor, smiling and laughing. She walked in front of Breisa. Freislor wanted to point out that what Breisa was talking about was simply not true. Unfortunately, she was the one who got into trouble.

"Aaaah!" she snapped. The girl faced a dragon which was dominated by purple, black and white colors.

"What the hell it is?" she asked while stroking her chest. Breisa who saw Freislor's behavior laughed softly.

"I told you, right? Listen, those of us who have died are still growing. So, don't think that I am younger than you, even though I am indeed smaller than you," she replied. The girl walked over and helped Freislor up.

"What? Seriously? What kind of Geris are you guys? Are all Geris like that too?" asked Freislor, the girl was curious. Geris is one of the names of deceased ancestors. In countries other than Zavrainz, there are many names regarding ancestors. However, the most famous is Geris.

"Do I have to explain it to you? Obviously, all Geris are like that, do you know how old I am now?" asked Breisa.

"Of course, not," replied Freislor.

"Twenty-five years, satisfied?" asked Breisa, she was laughing.

"What? Seriously? Why does your face look like a child?"

"Of course, it's the influence of the blue moon. Who else if it's not him the culprit? Don't you know? Your world and mine tend to be different. We walk together, walk, and live side by side. The light from the moon guardian always keeps me intact as I lived in the former state."