While waiting for her husband, Eunji picked up a lost book in the building lobby... "Lovely Princess". Though it looked childish, the pregnancy bore her that she is willing to read any types of book that will entertain her. However it was no ordinar...
Claude I Beg of you, love our child as much as you have loved me.
No! don't leave me!
Claude turn around!
Turn back!
No!
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This can't be it! My child will die if I don't do anything to save her.
With all the strength I have left I need to...
'The name of the king...'
"A.. Atha.. Athanasia..."
...
My body feels light.
Huh?
Is that my child crying?
Her cry is music to my ears. She is healthy... Claude, My love, we made such a beautiful healthy baby girl.
I want to hold her.
The strength has left my body, the warmth is slowly fading away. And distant cries scare me, but she will be safe. I kept her safe.... Right?
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"Eunji! Hury up! We're gonna be late for our last rehearsal!"
"..."
"Can you believe by next week we'll be flying to Europe to perform internationally!?"
"..."
"Eunji... Your mom and dad would be so proud of you. Their daughter will be performing on an international stage!"
"..."
"Sigh.... I will be heading first to stretch. Don't forget to throw away your ballerina shoes. We forgot it here last time. Lock up! Bye!"
"..."
Eunji picked up her bag and the old torn ballerina shoes. For the first time, at such a young age of 13, she must live overseas alone. Not as if she has a family here in Korea anyway.
'Athanasia.... Why is her voice always calling out for Athanasia... Is it the flower?' The thoughts of her dream filled Eunji's head. Bothered by people she doesn't recognize, whose names she doesn't know.
'Why do I keep hearing that lady calling out for her child... Mom.... --' "Oh! Pardon me young lady." Eunji bumped her head against a middle aged man with silver hair. 'A foreigner?' she thought. "That's right! Have you seen a young man about your age, blonde hair and extremely hyperactive?" The man waved his arms around while describing the boy.
Eunji looked at the silver haired man awkwardly, "... No." She replied.
He felt Eunji was feeling uncomfortable talking to him. "Well then, thank you and I apologize for disturbing you." He bowed one last time before walking away.
Eunji watched as the man turned the corner behind her, when she turn her head back, a blonde young man ran pass her fast, so fast she immediately knew it was the hyperactive boy the silver haired man was looking for. "Hurry Felix! Sir Roger will find us!" A red haired boy, struggled to keep up with the blonde boy; who by this time is already far away.
A timid looking boy followed behind the two.
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"Have you seen a silver dog pass this way?"
'Another blonde? Where did these kids come from?' Eunji thought to herself. She pointed at the way where the silver haired man went. The boy simply bowed and walked away.
She composed herself and headed for the practice room. Ahead of Eunji are two adults arguing loudly with each other. "You are responsible for the investors sons! It's such a simple task! How can..."
'I can't be bothered.' she realized listening in to other people will gain her no merit. 'It has nothing to do with me. I need to throw these shoes before I forget.'
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You wench!
You wench of a woman! You dare leave me behind and beg me to keep that monster alive.
No...
I won't stand for this...
You chose her over me...
I will forget you...
I will make sure that your very existence will be erased.
You will be a nobody...
And so as the monster you left behind.
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