Unbeknownst Erstwhile

Unbeknownst Erstwhile

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[alternative title: ❝ previously, they don't know ❞] A little reversal to what has already occurred firsthand. To fill up the troubling space of misplacements from seeing the whole picture, what was really the beginning? The present would not feel like a present without knowing the whole starting point and thus, in every journey let's see a glimpse by moving ten times backward✨🦋 Meet our mademoiselle, Arisa Hikari Lavoinne 🦋 n o t e : This story is a prequel of Le Stelle, Mademoiselle. It would be best if you are to read that first before this one although it's up to you as a reader to choose which to read first. This story mainly focuses on the ❝concealed❞ childhood memories of our main character (little mentions of Mikhail here) mentioned and took part in Le Stelle, Mademoiselle if you are to remember🥰💜 Date first published: June 20, 2023 Date completed: July 16, 2023
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In the quiet desert village of Dey, living among the sand dunes and mirages, existed an anomaly - me. I was different, born without the ability to read, write or keep long memories. My scientist father hailed my uniqueness as a miracle, but my life was far from ordinary. To the village, I was just an oddity, a walking puzzle with missing pieces. My only solace was my best friend, always standing by me, his unspoken love for me etched in his affectionate gaze. We lived under a cruel regime with a population no more than a hundred. Every year, one of us would be chosen on the Counting Day, a ceremonious banishing ritual, to become yet another outcast to the floating prison island far off in the ocean - our village's dreaded version of population control. Our past criminals, defiant to government, and more terrifyingly, our loved ones gone missing, were thought to inhabit that island, their fate, a terrifying enigma. This year, as the Counting Day approached unrelentingly, and my loved one's life rested on borrowed time, I made a decision. I volunteered to be casted out. It was my turn to face the unknown with a hidden purpose - to locate my lost father who was sent there years ago.

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