《UNTITLED SERIES》

First Friend

95 YEARS AGO

"BANG!"

"Now go!" She ordered.

I immediately ran to where she was pointing. I didn't know where I should be going or what she meant, but I felt like I had to follow.

Was it the ache in my heart?

Or fate?

Something doesn't feel right.

I ran and ran before I stumbled upon the training ground.

It was covered in trees, isolated from the road.

It's grass felt good to rest on, though.

I know that because I usually sit here as I watch my brother spar with his teacher.

In the distance, I could just about make out two figures.

It was a little girl, probably around the same age as me. She was wearing some sort of green armor that covered her entire body, except for her head. Which was exposed.

In front of her was a man in black. He was lying down, bleeding from his injuries and frightened.

She's holding a metal device in her hands, pointing it toward the injured man.

I ran towards her, yelling,

"Stop!"

She jolted. She stopped to turn around and looked at me.

She was... pretty...

The wind flew across her golden blonde hair.

But aside from her hair, she was colorless, so I figured she was from the Cynthus Familia.

Is she... the miracle?

Though her face was devoid of any emotion, her eyes cried.

She's like a lost, dim star waiting to be discovered.

This girl... she's not good news.

But still, I had to help.

Not the person on the ground,

But her.

At the time, I did not know...

That it would be the best decision...

I've ever made in my life.

15 MINUTES AGO...

Damn it all! She found us!

She stood there, idle. Never moving a muscle.

But I knew for sure...

We'd be dead if we did.

"Run..." I whispered to both of them.

"What?!" Mitro yelled.

"Just run! I'll distract her!" I said as I charged at Beal with my sword.

Mitro carried Mika and began to run to the forest.

Beal pointed her weapon at both of them, ready to fire.

"I'm right here!" I yelled.

"BAM!"

My blade hit the side of her helmet, causing it to fall off.

Mitro and Mika were able to get out. Now I need to escape this situation... somehow.

For minutes, we fought.