Winter Fragments

PAGE 1: MEETING

     Long ago, a tyrant corrupted the land that once flourished with good things. Wysteria is the home to the Reacists, who were once ruled by a tyrant, Kurovo, a dark, powerful guardian who poisoned the lives of the Reacists. Reacists were just ordinary humans until Kurovo came to their lives. He gave them abilities called “Enma” to do whatever it is they want but in replacement for their Enma, they must agree to make Kurovo their leader. Fascinated by their Enma they gave him the approval of ruling them. Not long enough, Kurovo began to slave away the Reacists. They wanted to rebel against him but even their powers combined the outcome would still be defeat.  But one man known as “Judgment” secretly assembled an army of Reacists to finally beat their tyrant. The day where Judgment finally had enough warriors to defeat Kurovo came. As battle went on, blood stained the once flourished Wysteria.  Lives were sacrificed. Death was upon the Reacists but Judgment did not give up. One powerful swing of his hand made the earth beneath Kurovo crumble, until he was buried and sealed in hole so dark he can never see daylight again. But there was no feast or songs of victory that day. Only grieve could be heard. What’s more, a terrible curse was left to some of Judgment’s warriors. Judgment’s warriors lost their powers, forever.

     As days went by, complications begun between the Reacists and the cursed ones called “Non Zeroes.” Complications became worse by day but they wanted to avoid that. So Judgment and the Non Zeroes decided to have separate ways. No one was to break the boundaries between the Reacists and Non Zeroes.

     For years no one dared to break the law but two people did, just for the feelings they had for each other called “love”. The order commanded not toy allow their relationship. It was an order but it couldn’t command their hearts. So they ran away together and those days that they spent together resulted to an unexpected companion.

     That’s where I came in. I was the unexpected wee companion. My father, Theodore Rean Lhivrochi was the leader of the Lhivrochi house. He ran away with my mother, Moire Allou, a mere Non Zero as they say, brought disgrace to our family. When my mother gave birth to me, her life, faded. After those events my father brought me to the Lhivrochi household with a heavy heart. My father again became the leader, he was still treated with respect but I was treated as an outsider.

     As I said, I was treated as an outsider, so I have the worst reputation in all the land of Wysteria. People can easily recognize me as the outsider because of the rare color of my eyes. One is blue and one is green. Being treated like that by my own family and the people around me made me hide in the dark, where only I belong. Now I spend my dark nights alone in my room. Only staring at the outside world where I want to be treated as an equal. But it’s just a dream that won’t come true. Those sleepless days and nights made my father pity me.

     It was another forlorn night. I was staring at my window again, when I hear a knock from my door. “Who is it?” I faintly asked the question.

“My daughter, it is I” the low voice belonged to my father. I let him in and return to my usual spot. My father made eyes that, showed sorrow for his only daughter. He approaches me and lightly puts his hand on my shoulder as if he’s trying to comfort me. I still had no movement from my place but simply stared out, smiling into the quiet night. My father sighed and speaks to me.

“Daughter, do you wish to finally get out of this cell of yours? This way of how you live in darkness makes you forget you’re still a child. You should enjoy being a child. You can’t force yourself to act so strong and mature. Nothing will change if you stay in here” father said. But I still made no response to what he said. “Fine. I made arrangements for you to go to school. A child like you doesn’t belong in a room like this” after saying that, he sighed sadly. “Father I don’t want to enter school” I said dejectedly. My father makes a sour expression and I stared back at him.