To you who is reading this damn diary other than Abel Heilon.
How rude, you're invading my privacy.
Get lost.
- Genius beautiful owner.
(First name)(Lastname).
The young girl with (hair color) hair and (eye color) iris stood next to her parents wearing warm close as she walk into the halls of the castle of Heilon as she kept looking around, small hands wrapped around her parents big one.
They were currently invited for a luncheon in the castle, her parents being part of the novelty, even though they were just a simple viscount family, the new duke showed no discrimination among the land.
"The luncheon would start in hours to come, why don't you play around in the garden?"
Her father spoke with a smile in which the girl didn't even bother asking twice and nod her head as she headed towards the garden in view
Sure enough it was cold, but she was smart enough to cast a thermal magic on herself to keep herself warm from the cold as well as the snowflakes falling.
The garden was beautiful even with such cold climate. It was enough to make her look around the fantastic garden. That was until she notice someone from afar.
A boy with white hair and silver eyes standing in the middle of the garden.
She was about to mind her own business, about to turn her back into the boy who looks like on the same age as her, eight, and go back into the castle for she already have finished wondering on the castle and she heard a voice behind her.
"Hey you."
She stop but didn't even bother turning around. She was no you after all, she has her own name.
Stopping their for a good moment, she shrug before she took a step forward, leaving the place when she felt like she was hit by something cold on her shoulder causing her to turn around.
"Hey. You."
"Me?"
She spoke with an annoyed tone
She was no kind girl after all, she was a hot headed girl after all.
"Yes, you. Show me the way back inside the castle."
The boy spoke, walking towards her way.
Only then did she realize he was already taller than her maybe an inch. He was also good looking as she thought he was from afar, such a new face she has seen.
But what's up with that authoritative voice and arrogant look?
"I am no YOU. I have my own name."
She replied back, crossing her arms on her chest
"So? Just lead me the way."
He boy huff, rolling his silver iris at her (eye color) ones.
"So? So I will not lead you the way."
She spoke in return, not missing the way the boy hands where trembling from the cold
"Well then goodbye to YOU."
Before she could leave, her (hair color) locks that was tied into a neat ponytail was grabbed by the hands of the boy causing her to yep in pain.
"What?! What are you doing? Let go!"
The young (hair color) female spoke as she turn around to glare at the young white haired boy
"Not till you guide me back to the castle!"
He replied back, obviously struggling as she tried to fight back
"I have a name! Stop calling me you!"
"Who cares what your name is?!"
He replied, gripping on her hair even harder
This boy!
Forgot about magic, soon enough both of them were soaked covered in snow as the two start wrestling each other.
Both of them were pulling each other's hair when there was a screaming from afar causing them to pause, holding each others locks.
Soon enough there was chaos.
Fiona stood there at distance, her invisible like transparent like body stare in shock at the scene of her adoptive father current look.
It was not the fact that he was still a child that shock her, it was her father childish attitude that cause her jaw to drop.
She stood their shock as she watch the (Last name) Viscount family begged forgiveness at their only child's behavior in front of the Duke and Abel which was in a state of mess, his hair and clothes with mud.
Then her eyes handed on the girl with (hair color) lock and (eye color) iris which too was dirty with mud and snow. She did not miss the way that girl was looking at Abel with hostility and embarrassment.
But she also didn't miss that somehow in the middle of the fight between the two of them earlier, the girl did not forget to cast a thermal magic on Abel.
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For clarification at the end, Fiona was like in a spectation mode, she is basically like a ghost that was able to see what happened in the past.
