Ambi-

The Stranger (Part Two)

Youngsoon's mother used to always narrate stories about fairies, witches and many other various and extraordinary creatures using her wide imaginations to save them in the girl's mind. She always had her own interpretations of such souls and made up fantastic tales which would make her daughter feel sleepy and dream about her invented characters and events. Her husband would also listen to her in awe and admiration. Youngsoon's siblings would lie beside Youngsoon on her big, soft bed since it fitted everyone who landed on it and the three of them would wait for the good moments to surface and would cheer for the heroes who were usually noble princes in shining armors and beautifully-made weapons.

A week before everything went not according to her invented schedule of her life she hadn't even guessed something incredible would happen to her. She expected a bunch of other events like attending a prestigious college, auditioning for the post as an idol, training after getting in or working as a songwriter as a backup plan. In the near future, she would get married and have children. She has planned her life normal. But this schemed chronology is destroyed just by an electro-wave and she doesn't see how she can fix it. And recently she discovered that supernatural creatures, who her mother would describe to her when she was little, exist and that she sees one of them with her own eyes right now. Can you actually believe it?

''You got to be kidding me.'' That's all she was able to say.

The guy attempted a faint smile but his expression turned out to be one of uneasiness.

''To your dismay, I never make fun of serious matters. Something, I believe, everyone should do.''

''So...'' Youngsoon looked up at the 'blueprint' he created in the sky. ''What abilities do you possess? Aside from gathering people's life factors above.''

''Every ability you can think of. From the basic telekinesis to the complex shapeshifting. Every creature has a definite amount of supernatural forces and along with that a particular number of weaknesses.'' He shrugged as if it wasn't such a big deal but to the girl, this was marvelous as hell. ''Mortals like you treat us as divine, powerful, indestructible. Some kinds of gods and goddesses. But this statement is not true. You might get surprised by what I will say but we, immortals, are quite the same as humans. We also have humane feelings; we vent our anger, show fear and express happiness, too. Just like any ordinary person. Yet the human-beings have other beliefs about us. I don't catch that-''

''I never said you are all ideal.'' The female interrupted him, sensing a touch of sadness in his voice. ''Perhaps, the others think so because you are immortals and they aren't. Because you are supposed to be role models-''

''Role models?''

''Yes. People - they are so fed up with their imperfect, real life, and upsetting logic that they start to think in an unrealistic way more often. They want to come up with their own made-up thoughts or imaginary places where they can do what they like - fantasizing about flawless creatures with unique skills and perfect lifestyles. They, however, will never have what you have.''

He let out a short, but audible sigh. ''And to think I used to be one of those people. They sound extremely pathetic, not enjoying their own lives. They excessively depend on fantasies and ignore the opportunities under their noses. But I admit I was like them before and now that I am an extraordinary being, lucky lad, as a matter of fact, I feel more secure and away from the counterfeit assumptions authored by normal humans.''

''Is the title of immortals that good?''

''Oh, you bet. It's getting more intriguing day by day.''

''You mentioned that you were a human like me. Were all of your kind previously human-beings?''

''One fourth of immortal civilization, to be exact.'' The blonde boy chuckled. ''I just happened to be one of the many proofs alive. Oh boy, what a great experience I had before splitting up with the loved ones. An experience, too short-lived to be even called one. A moment. That's more acceptable.''