Years ago, a girl opened her eyes to see the world for the first time. She was a clean slate, a blank piece of paper. She knew nothing of the world, and nothing about herself. She was then nothing but a fleeting existence; a bubble in the ocean that would froth and disappear back into nothingness. Yet, in the short instance she was a part of the world, her eyes saw the beauty of this world; her ears, the harmonious tone it plays. She was happy to be a part of the beautiful play. Yet at the same time, she was sad, for she would soon be leaving the stage. And thus, the girl closed her eyes. As her world began to fade into darkness, only the music of the waves remained in her mind.
The next time she opened her eyes, her world had completely changed. The sky was painted black. The waves were raging; the winds, howling. Thunders were shouting at each other, as if the Gods were waging war against each others up above the darkened clouds. Then, water comes pouring down from the heaven. Millions of beads of tears fell upon the parched Earth. A storm, so gloomy and sad, was on its way to envelop the girl's world. She was but a solitary girl, unknowing of the world, nor its ebb and flow. Yet, that fact did not stop the storm from swallowing the girl whole.
It was scary. There were nowhere she could seek safety in.
It was cold. The world was robbing her from whatever warmth she had left.
It was lonely. For there were nobody who would offer their hands to the girl.
"... I do not wish to be alone," cried the girl. The pouring rain hid her tears, and the winds obscured her already hushed voice.
Yet, her wish reached the ears of the grand schemer, the great playwright. For he, wherever or whomever he was, sent his piece to answer the girl's plea. Out of nowhere, a pair of husband and wife plucked the girl out of her dark world, and brought her along with them to the warmth and safety of their own house. She was set to seat near the fireplace, and was given towel and clothing to cover herself with. And above all else, they offer to the girl, their sincere smiles; smiles that warmed the girl's algid heart.
For a while, the girl found her sanctuary. In this unfamiliar world, the couple gave her a home to return to. For the girl whose role was erased from the Book of Fate, they gave the role of a daughter; the role that was missing for their own lives to be complete. For her, whose mind were nothing but an empty vessel, they pour whatever knowledge and wisdom they had to offer. For a while, the girl rediscovered her place in the alien world. And yet, like the fleeting memories she woke up with, that role soon came to an end.
As the years passed, the couple began to age. Yet, the seemingly natural process did not occur to the girl. As her parents started to crumble from the constant weathering the world gave them, the girl remained the same. In the end, despite the girl's best effort, the mother and father passed on to a better plane; leaving their daughter alone. It was then that the girl realized everything. She was not a part of this world. She was not the part of the cast in this grand play. She did not have a place in this stage that is the world.
What is she, then? She was a theatergoer. The play would begin and end as eternal spirals; every iteration played by different actors, different pieces of fate. Yet, she would remain the same. She would be there watching from the sideline, with no power to change the cycle of fate. The Fate had given her not the role of an actor, but rather one of the chronicler. Sure, from time to time the world would invite her to join the stage; to play a role in their tale. Yet, when the curtain fell, and the actors retire, she would not.
She would simply return to her role as the theatergoer.
And thus, a hundred years passed. Fate had invited the girl, Eris Aletheia, to once again join the stage as one of the pieces of fate. This time, she were to play the role of a student. The stage was that of the Academy of Magic in the Island Nation of Vikare. A beautiful stage, set with breathtaking scenery, and myriads of actors from various race and background. A stage full of the unknown arts of magic, and intricate political situation. Truly a colorful stage to be in.
"I wonder what kind of story I shall witness this time," the girl whispered to herself as she straightens her uniform. She can barely wait for the curtains to be raised, and the play to begin.
Edited by fayrine, 21 February 2015 - 04:35 PM.