"Dark Fire, the place where a group lives. A place that is under the symmetry of the earth, and this place, no man has ever known. Whoever he is, if he finds out about this place, he will be killed by our group. And it turns out, that's true. He know. She is the person I love.
My only wish is to become human. So, I am willing to turn my body into a half human being in order to feel human. Even though the ritual hurt, it was like I lost half my life. But, I've been strong in heart. And it turns out, I did. I became human even for a limited time.
From there, I met a man. The son of Adam I love. And by chance, he knows the secret to Dark Fire. Everything he knows. I tried to hide it so that he wouldn't be killed. Because this is my fault. And my biggest mistake is letting my heart love the son of Adam.Dark fire, a place where there is little light. Only one torch lamp from each distance of 10 meters. After that, just install a new torch. My area is indeed dark. We sleep during the day and work at night. Nocturnal, that's what they call it. We are not animals, not plants, or humans. But, we have the same heart and feelings as humans. Only, the world separates our class, and human class. "
Dark Fire Princess Note.
Lara, in this magical and enchanting world, nothing is a lie! So believe in fairy tales. This was the phrase my mother whispered to me every night with her gentle voice. When she read the story of "Jack and the Beanstalk," I would always curiously ask:
• But why don't I have a magic bean that can take me wherever I want?
She would smile kindly and keep hope alive in my heart. We all believed in magic and wizards as children, fairy tales, and Little Red Riding Hood! I wished I would never know the bitter taste of reality. But years after her death, I faced the harsh reality of the world; a reality I had always tried to escape.
After my mother's death, her voice remained with me, inviting me to the bright world of hope; unlike many who grew up and no longer believed in any childish dreams. But I remained faithful to stories and the land of fairies, believing that destiny awaits us all! We are born into different tales and live with love.
However, the bitterness of the world ensnared me in its grip. Just when I was only nine years old, I became acquainted with the bitter reality of life; when the snowy night arrived! I had never seen snow so terrifying and ugly. Because my mother was in bed, coughing up blood and taking her last breaths. A tiny bit of white snow had fallen from my woolen boots onto the ground, and when her hand hung limp, droplets of blood dripped from her fingers onto the snow, turning it red.