His Song. [Lindel Fanfiction]

Prologue

I knew that from a young age that I've always been different. I lost my parents at a young age that I barely have any memories of them. But one thing is for sure, I knew they were different as well. I had no other relatives to take me in so I've been jumping from one family to another.

You could say that I was one of the few rare cases where if you adopted me then you also get a house. My parents left the house in my name and no other. They tried convincing me to sell the house but I refuse. It was a simple small two-story house but I didn't want to keep it because of my parents, I wanted to keep it because in a certain season there were white flowers that bloomed in the backyard. And their beauty can't be compared to any other flower.

What made those white flowers special... Well, I would have to take you down memory lane.

I was a young girl who lived with a simple family. I knew that they only adopted me so they could live in my house but that didn't matter to me. A couple never stayed too long for me to get attached to them. This certain couple always yelled at one another, the atmosphere of the house was suffocating with anger and rage. To escape their harsh words I would walk in the backyard where there lied a small forest. Although it was too dangerous for me to go in alone, you never know what lurks in the shadows.

What made me different from other children, from other humans was that I could see things that they cannot. Sometimes they were scary things and sometimes they were cute things. I told that to the orphanage head and they apparently put me under surveillance, thinking I was mentally nuts. But I knew I wasn't crazy because my imagination isn't creative enough to think of these creatures.

As I walked in my backyard enjoying the soft grass beneath my feet and the crisp cold air, I heard something. A voice. The voice was soft and velvet and his song was a song I never heard before. I was captivated by his voice and how each word was pronounced. Suddenly fireflies appeared out of nowhere, we rarely get fireflies up here where I live. It was like the air was filled with glitter. But what amazed me the most was the white flowers that suddenly bloomed on the ground.

My eyes widened in amazement as I stared at my surroundings in awe. I tried following the source of the voice but it's as if he was everywhere, his voice echoed through the air. As fast it appeared it suddenly faded away, it was no longer than two minutes. I found myself alone in my backyard, the glitter was gone as if it was erased. Though the flowers were blooming, what devasted me was that the voice can no longer be heard.

"Hello! Hello! Anybody there?" I called out in hopes the singer would speak back. Be it creature or human, the voice gave me a certain comfort that I've never felt before. It made me feel safe like I was finally home, something I could never feel in this small house that my parents left me.

Every year since then on the same day, at the same time it would happen again. The voice sounded the same but it seemed like the more I witnessed it the more it grows beautiful.

My life suddenly took a tumble when I turned 14-years-old. On that day I waited like every other year for his voice to sing, for the flowers to bloom. I looked forward to hearing his voice. When I'm having a bad day or I have problems hearing him sing would make them all vanish. But on that day... the voice never came. Then I waited for next year and the voice still didn't come.

Strange things started happening to me. For the first time in my life, I grew scared of myself. My platinum blonde hair turned a soft blue matching my eyes which scared my foster parents making them immediately leave. When the next couple came to take care of me the orphanage head said that I colored my hair rather than saying her hair suddenly turned blue. My skin suddenly became extremely pale that I almost look like snow.

Years passed and I've never heard his voice again. My heart clenched painfully as it yearned for something I didn't understand. When I finally turned 18-years-old I've given up hope that I would hear that voice again. People started treating me badly. Calling me names and sometimes physically abusing me. Everywhere I went it would suddenly snow making the villagers including my current foster parents fear me, calling me a curse.

I started believing their words because when I would go out of my house I could no longer feel the soft warm grass beneath my feet because of the snow. The snow would cover every single flower eventually killing the flower. When my foster parents finally had enough they suddenly took action. My foster parents approached me as I was in my room staring out of the window watching as different creatures passed my home.

"You cursed creature! You should be eradicated from this land!" my foster father shouted as he held a small sword in his hands. My foster mother held a torch in her hands as she shrieked "You only bring misery to this home! You'll eventually curse us all!" My eyes widened in shock as I stared at them. I knew they didn't like me but I never thought they would ever plan to kill me.

"Mom! Dad! Please!" I pleaded as I tried backing away but my back was already against the window.

"Don't call us that!" my foster father shouted as he took a swipe at me which made the tip of his sword scratch my shoulder instantly making it bleed. I held my shoulder as I hissed in pain. "Don't worry, we'll make this quick." my foster mother assured me. Tears were spilling from my eyes but I refuse to give up like this. My want to hear his voice again was stronger than my sadness. I grabbed my white cloak that sat on my chair as I opened my window and quickly jumped out without hesitation.

For the first time, I was thankful for the soft snow, but I still had a rough landing. I was sure to get bruises on my knees and hands. I stared back up at my bedroom window and saw my foster parents as my foster father shouted: "Get her!" I thought he was talking to my foster mother but as I turned my head I saw the small gathering of the villagers. Some were armed with torches while others had pitchforks. My eyes widened in fear.

I immediately stood up as I tried running but before I could get far a villager managed to grab my long blue hair making me crash to the soft snowy ground. "We got her!" one shouted as if he just won a prize.

"Please! No!" I pleaded but they didn't listen. Suddenly the wind started picking up its pace. Fear pierced my heart like never before, my heart raced as they all grew closer. My eyes looked up at them in horror when suddenly the wind grew stronger, more than normal. Each of the villagers suddenly braced themselves against the strong win. One even shouted "The curse!" Then all of a sudden I heard the voice of the village head command "Kill her, quick!"

A man raised his sword to plunge into my stomach.

"No!" I screamed as I shut my eyes and held my hands out as if I could stop the sword when suddenly I heard something. Screams could be heard and groans of pain. I opened my eyes to see a blizzard has formed and I could barely see anything. When my heart started calming down the blizzard started fading away. But what I saw made my heart came to a complete stop. I couldn't really describe it but ice that look like swords pierced each and every villager. My eyes widened in horror, did I do this?

The man who held the sword that was about to end my life had an ice sword pierced in his chest. He dropped his own sword as he coughed out blood making it splatter on my cheeks. "You're truly a monster." he managed to say but not a second later he took his last breath. I screamed in agony as I watch every single one of them take their last breath.

I killed someone.

I killed someone's parent, someone's sibling, and the children will be left all alone.

Blinded by grief and sadness I quickly stood up as I ran away from the village, never looking back. I yearned to hear his voice to make this all go away but I doubt that his singing would bring them back to life.

Updates aren't certain. I love anime and will continue this story because I hold this dear to me. Hopefully, somebody enjoys this just as much as I enjoyed writing it.