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Grateful

It had become apparent my parents no longer loved me. That I was not a child worthy of their time, affection and family name. Not that we were well known or anything. But power was not to be shunned nor ignored, so imagine what would happen to the poor fool who dared challenge my father or raised their voice to my mother.

Yes. They'd be rattled instantly by one measly insult or threat.

It's uncertain when they started acting so harsh towards me exactly. Is that what matters in the long run? It hurt. It angered me. More than anything it left me wondering how I should continue on with life. Simple. I ran. Ran as far as my legs could take me. Tough when you're only 11 and had no other home to go to. No friends to to rely on. No idea your magic powers would turn at any given moment...!

I'm getting ahead of myself.

I had to fend for myself. For three years. Until one day I would meet one of the few people who changed everything I had known till this point. It baffled me as to why anyone bothered to give me a second thought, curious as to what sort of person I was. I refused to let them know. To see past my stoic, cold demeanor; which could break if you figured out how.

Our ages weren't too far apart. Two years in fact. Nevertheless she was a child, optimistic, sensitive and sweet beyond reason. Long story short, I began my services as a maid. I was rather good.. considering I've never really done much housework.

This charming little brunette, with assistance of course, had taken me into her home as if I'd known her for years. As though we were blood related. Slowly I grew fond of my mistress. It felt good to be appreciated. Felt good to be respected. Most of all if felt good to be loved again. She'd give me a grin, eyes large and filled with wonder, happy to know I'd stay with her some time.

"Sumire did the curls come out right?"

"For the last time, they're lovely and beautifully curled. Will you please stop fussing over me? It's not my party!"

"And!? I want you to have fun and look your absolutely best! You don't style your hair often.."

We continued a couple minutes more before finally giving it a rest. The girl handed me a small ring adorned with a light pink flower and two extra pieces that you could say resembled a feather. A simple gift. Almost seemed like a toy. Still I accepted it and she was glad, saying it was something to always remember her by. As if there wasn't a number of things to keep her locked in my memory. Thanking her, she hurried down to see the guests and greet more friends.

I stayed in the room while checking myself in the mirror. I was a little stunned. It was a little odd to see myself so well dressed, with makeup and not like your typical servant. Then I looked over the ring on my hand. Holding my hands close, slightly curled and ring in view; I found myself smiling softly. My eyes shut. All things felt right in the world. This precious, simple ring. This mistress of mine. She's helped me grow and I in turn, wasn't pitying myself. I am and forever will be grateful to her.

Hello all. It's been a long time again. I would credit the artist, but I lost the original information on who they were and I can't recall on what site I discovered this art...I will try to look, though nothing is absolute. This was another short idea of what my own character Sumire would be like. Or how her life would play out in her teen years. The amino changed into something not very SFW, so I had to leave. 

Edit: Artist is Hugo on e-shuushuu.net

I don't get many reads on this book, which isn't news, yet I hope those who do bother enjoy this. I might start working on stories again! Make one shots for some new shows I've gotten into or maybe look into old ones I've yet to properly work with. We'll see. Till next time!