Daughter of Evil

Daughter of Evil - Chapter 1

(If you don’t know this story takes place like a couple of hundred years ago. I’d say Renaissance, like late 1600s or early-mid 1700s, even though some characters have modern names)

Clarith’s (Haku Yowane, a vocaloid/voyakiloid) Perspective.

            “I’m sorry for being alive.” I say to myself.

            It’s a habit, a habit I keep on saying.

            I’ve always been softly complaining.

            A meaningless existence.

            Everyone in my village has beautiful green hair.

            I’m an outcast, with my white hair no one has.

            Again, here I am, at this big old tree, rotting from the inside of it. But what is strange about this tree? It brings me comfort. Every day when my work and chores are done, since there is no one to talk to, I come out here, to this big old rotten tree, and pray to God, all alone, so maybe, someone would be my friend, or at least speak with me.

            I squeeze my hands together and start whispering prayers.

            “God, may I please be granted a-a- friend. A person who will talk to me! Someone! I’ve never been a sinner, a bad person, I’ve never hurt anybody, no one! I’ve never been promiscuous or proud or cruel. Will this never ending sorrow soon lead me to a fate that will forever alter my life?” Said I.

            Unlike everyday where I pray and receive no answer, today, this day, I received what I’d call the closest to an answer I’ve ever seen.

            When I opened my eyes and resigned from prayer I noticed an originally green butterfly, with what looked like the right wing of it white, and the other side green.

            That butterfly was indigenous to our village and country, but never have I ever seen this strange mutation of one.

            Tears fell from my eyes. If this was a sign than I was surely taking it, for now, will I be granted a friend?

            I quickly collected myself, gathered my satchel and walked the few minutes back to the village.

            Every noise I heard on the way home I thought it was my new friend, the person to come to my aid in life. But no one ever came. No one ever brushed against my shoulder. No one asked me how my day was.

            As I arrived home, I was still waiting for the new friend to arrive, but no one did.

            I work for a middle class family as an apprentice. Every morning I wake up and 5:00 am, tend to their livestock, feed, bathe them, and clean out their stalls. Then I bathe myself by 7:00 am and tend to the family’s bakery at 8:00 am. I open up shop and work until 3:00 pm, in case there are late lunch-eaters, and then I get barely a 2 hour break.

            The family does not see me as one of them.

            They do not see me as a daughter, or a sister, or even a friend.

            Just a meager apprentice getting little to no pay and but food and shelter.

            Some days I wonder how they’d treat me if I had green hair like them.

            It was now 5:00 pm, just in time for the dinner rush at the family bakery, and work until 9:00 pm and close up shop. Then clean up around the house until 10:00 pm and start the seemingly endless cycle over and over again every day.