Chapter 10: Intermission I: The Fighter of Innocence

There was a girl who was born to a family in Bayanbürd-shi, Azutami. Her father always had wanted a son, but received a daughter instead.

This was a story about a family of a nameless child.

Her mother dropped everything she held for her firstborn child. At a young age, only her mother raised her from nothing. Learned to walk, speak, and basic education.

“Mom, is dad mad at us again?”

“He’s having a hard time these days, so please go back to sleep.”

“Kay.”

“...”

The mother held her hand, as saharic particles transferred from the mother to the girl with a faint white.

Later that night, the girl heard her mom crying during another one of her father’s rage. Somehow she felt like her father never loved her. But she believed that he did, and kept her faith that one day father and mother would make up. But that never happened.

For the girl’s entire life, she had never left the confines of her room.

She loved to pretend that she was a bird, ever since the girl had seen a flock of birds flying across the windows of the room. Mimicking the small animal’s flapping wings, she would race around in glee.

One day, the girl witnessed a plethora of children who were walking down the street. Starstruck, for not having seen kids her age. As the kids caught a glimpse of her staring from the window, they laughed as they pointed at the girl. However she smiled brightly as she waved back. The children then became bored and continued strolling down the street. They were walking towards the beach nearby.

The day after that, mother had exclaimed that the kids had dropped by to donate some books. As the girl ran to her mother who had opened her door, her long uncut black hair trailed behind, the hair extending down to her waist.

In the mother’s hands, was a stack of children's stories. But upon looking at the title of the topmost book, it was in words that she did not understand.

“A- a- Ang kerubin,” She read the title, which was completely unintelligible. The child decided to read the books, even if they were printed in Galag, not Azu, since she never had a book before. They were written in the Dhaj script, so it was easy to read but difficult to pronounce.

After taking time to read over all the Buhang children’s stories, her favorite one was about an angel whose wings had been clipped. But with the help of the human people, the angel had been able to fly to the gates of Yyvubia, and returned to give the humans with gifts from beyond the River of Heaven. Because that was the angel’s purpose in that world.

Or so the child thought it meant, since she couldn’t understand Galag at all.

Weeks passed, and eventually, she gathered the courage to sneak out of the house from the window while her parents were out. The girl would attempt to follow the group of children that pass her street regularly. The child ran to them one day, with a content look on her face. Maybe she could do many things with them, like playing tag, or swimming in the beach she had heard her mother describe.

“I-... Uh…” The girl stuttered as the kids looked at each other. They were all boys, as the tallest one made his way towards her.

“Who do ya think you are, little girl?” The boy spat on her head. The group laughed hysterically. “You think a girl can hang out with us?”

“N- No! I mean… Yea-”

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In a second, her head collided with the rocky floor. It took her a moment to realize what had happened. She would hear the roar of children that continued to mock her, throwing trash in her hair, and kicking her in the back.

The child, exasperated and beat-up, crawled her way back into her room afterward and began to sob uncontrollably, the tears welling up in her eyes. She never knew how hard it was to talk to people other than her mother.

A sound of the front door was heard, as she could recognize the voice of her father and the voice of a woman who spoke in a different language. Curious, she leaned her ear against the door that connected her room to the main one.

“Wǔ ài nǔ.”

“Oh, wǔ de ài.”

The woman’s voice did not sound like her mother. The girl wondered where mother had gone. As she leaned in closer, the door creaked ajar, unaware that the door was unlocked.

“Who’s there! Tch, you little…”

Her father’s footsteps reverberated on the tatami floor as the door burst open, the girl fell to the ground.

“You… You were out, weren’t you?” He cursed, picking her up by the hair.

“Father- I’m sorry… Ow-”

“What a disgrace. You should never have been born,” The father dropped her to the floor, leaving her sunk on the ground.

“...” She held her chest, wiping her tears. “Who’s that woman over there?...”

“Tch…”

“Where’s mom?...”

“...”

“Why do you hate me father?... Why does mom cry every night?... Who is that woman?... Why does everyone hate me?... Why can’t mom and dad give me a name?.. Who am I...”

“Just shut up, shut up! Don’t talk back to me you damn wrench!” He aimed his hand at her, about to unleash a spell. “Mahou Hiryok!”

An invisible force was directed to her, but the Hiryok had no effect. She was wailing. A flood of white lit the entire room, as the father and the woman stepped back shaking. All the energy that mother had given to her each night, had begun to release.

Perhaps the mother tried to kill her in the child’s sleep. Perhaps it was the girl’s birth defect, for she could not regenerate saharic particles naturally.

Perhaps this was when Al-Wa had gained interest in a nameless child.

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