It Was You

He Saved Me

Eun – grace and blessings, Min – cleverness and a precious stone, Ae – love.

Eun Min Ae.

I have repeatedly pondered whether I deserved such a beautiful name. My role is...nothing. That momentous talk about being a princess? That's a heap of rubbish. I can't even give care to myself and be aware of my surroundings. As a consequence I think miserably to myself,

Why was I ever born? What purpose do I serve in this life?

Face to face opposite him, I remained in agonising anticipation. Up to now these questions were lingering in my distressed mind, what will I do? And worse, what will he do?

As he charged unsympathetically, towards me I stood there like a statue unable to move. How much further of a weakling could I become?

Nothing happened. I waited. Somewhere inside me, my brain had already instructed my eyes to open and it seemed I had somehow survived... because of him.

A black figure was now standing defensively in front of me as he blocked a tremendous blow from which I could've died instantly.

Before I registered it in my head a fight was in motion. Some would say it couldn't be considered a fight in any way as the ultimate winner was confirmed even before there was action.

The thief jerked back aside. A blow of painful punches was thrown at him. He ducked this time, as the mysterious figure blew a kick at him and his hair ruffled with the force of it.

I recognised his ability was one of the very few that you would come across. Speed. Accurate. Powerful.

It made you feel safe and secure beside him and that very feeling made my heart warm.

The criminal no longer able to continue to avoid his powerful moves, fired his blade at him but that was amazingly evaded. His only weapon now gone he was positioned there helpless and incapable of accomplishing anything.

"I think you've made a terrible mistake ever coming here and I'm sure this won't happen again because be sure to know I have my eyes on you."

His voice was deep yet harmonised as each letter was spoken and it made your heart beat rapidly. 

He turned, his attention now sealed on to me and I saw his magnificent mask glimmer beautifully under the bright rays of the sun. Immediately, I remembered the day when I saw that black figure under the shimmering moon and how afraid I was. It felt so familiar. Nevertheless, it couldn't be him. There was only an atmosphere that displayed warmth.

"Why did you save me?"

It was all I could express and it broke my heart that I was never able to thank him for saving my life yet he smiled sweetly at me and vanished into the horizon.

That alone made me weak in my knees and I dropped to the ground with a heavy thud. I just wanted to go home and never come back but deep down in the pit of my heart I knew I would be back here in no time at all.

Then I suddenly remembered my bag that I was so keen on attaining back. That led me to this whole situation. Looking through it I saw that nothing was missing especially that. A necklace with a man's photo imprinted inside.

Back in my late childhood, I wandered into my mum's room desperately seeking for my pendant that was given to me as a present from my mum on my birthday. If I remembered correctly, that was the last place I had been to. Strangely, I saw a similar one on the floor and grabbed that one for the prime reason that my mum would hate me. Later into my teenage years, I realised that was a necklace with a locket you could open and I unveiled that mysterious photo but there was something so extraordinary about it and I felt it wasn't a mere coincidence discovering it in my mum's room.

A stranger. What does that suggest? It was this confusing reason I had kept it secretly with me all these years although it was only after I reached the city I found out it was in my bag.

It was getting dark, the colours red, orange, yellow were exploding with ecstasy and I figured it was about time I head home...