April 28, Sunday.

  Tick! Tock!

  It’s 04:17 am and the girl is sleeping peacefully. The one with soft platinum-pink hair, with a petite body, with such pale skin that anyone could easily mistake her as being a vampire if not a ghost from how pale it is. Yes, it’s no other than Kiana Eris, the protagonist of the story and the one that the Hero is supposed to save from The Seed of Destruction.

  Tick! Tock!

  The clock is loud, so much so that it’s the only sound present in her room as it has enough sound to swallow anything that dares to overcome its presence. The sun is not up yet, not even close as in this precise moment it still is far too early in the morning for it to be up. All living beings are currently sleeping, that includes the animals and all of their variants, the plants and even insects. A time of the day where the creator of the world decided that these living beings, they will rest in union so that in the morning, they can keep on going with their lives.

  Tick! Tock!

  But why does that even matter at this precise moment? Even though the clock is loud, breaking the serenity of the scenery from how loud it is, why does that matter at all? It’s a waste of time, but one’s thoughts decided to waver towards said direction, effectively wasting one’s narration time, even though what was said not only is correct but also an observation that would be made in an instant. This story is about the girl, not how the world works… Indeed, something inside of that girl is about to wake up, something that will bring her tragedy and change the perspective that the Hero has on her, as her actions will force him to change it.

  She’s not a fragile girl. A girl whose beauty is comparable to the goddess of beauty herself, all thanks to her doll-like and soft appearance.

  She’s in fact, a petite monster. An extremely beautiful monster. One that holds a tremendous amount of power. The one that caused that tragedy to happen to the ones that she supposedly loved. Yes, it’s her-

  It’s your fault

  “Hmm…”

  The girl moves to her side however, with this simple action of hers, the slow process of waking up begins. Her doll-like face was facing upwards towards the ceiling, sleeping without a single care in the world, almost as if she never committed such heinous crimes to her own family. Her soft hair, thanks to the consequences of gravity that is constantly applied to it, falls down to the sheet underneath her, covering part of her pale face as it does so, as it slightly caresses her soft cheeks, gently hitting the tip of her rather sharp nose.

  Tick! Tock!

  Although previously the ticking of the clock was unnoticeable to her as she sleeps, since her sleep has been disturbed said ticking is now audible to the point that it’s becoming annoying, almost as if the sole job of the ticking is to wake her up rather than expressing the phenomenon of passing time. This “job” is nothing more than a simple sensation, one that can easily be explained with psychology. Since the girl is trying her best to not wake up, she’s actively trying to ignore anything that can and will wake her up, such as the clock and its “annoying” ticking. However, because of this, the more she tries to ignore it, the more she focuses on it and the more she does so, the more noticeable the sound becomes while also getting louder at the same time. Until it wakes her up that is.

  “Urgh…”

  With much regret and annoyance, she slowly opens her eyelids, showing to the world those cursed golden eyes of hers, ones that will easily manipulate those that are unfortunate enough to be drawn to them, all thanks to their captivating shine. Understanding that, she has officially awoken, the first thing she does is to look at the clock so that she can know what time it is. Depending on the time, she will either try to get back to sleep or simply get out of the bed and go on with her life.

  It’s 4:27 am.

  “It’s so early…”

  Her voice is one that shows tiredness but what she blurted out into the world is indeed correct. Not only is it close to 3 hours earlier than when she normally gets up, it is also Sunday, a time of the week where she can rest for longer if she so desires. With a rather annoyed look on her face, she once again moves around in bed, going back to the same position she was early, facing the ceiling with it.

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  This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road. If you spot it on Amazon, please report it.

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  It’s your fault

  Never forget it

  Somehow, the ticking noise from the clock no longer disturbs her; however, another simple phenomenon is now upsetting her instead. As the memories of the atrocities she committed resurface in her mind, a mild headache follows it, one that is strong enough to make her wonder if she’s sick yet again. Although, she quickly notices that is not the case. She’s not sweating at all, the complete opposite from the other time. She’s also not breathing heavily neither with an incontrollable shaking thanks to the unbearable cold she was feeling at that time. But even with this simple fact in mind, she still felt the need to bring her right hand towards her forehead as a measure to confirm whether she’s right or not.

  “I’m not hot either… Then, why is my head hurting? It’s almost as if I have someone or something pinching at it…”

  It’s a small and acute sensation of pain, one exactly at the middle of her forehead. In a more correct term, she is feeling what it’s called a “Tension Headache”. A simple headache that can be caused by a sleeping disorder just like she’s currently having after all, she woke up much earlier than normal. This headache is also nothing that can be solved by simply resting properly or in some cases, it seems a long hot shower can help out too. Although this girl seems to be ignorant of these simple solutions, in fact, she’s also quite ignorant to what she’s currently feeling.

  Tick! Tock!

  The room is silent, serene at the same time but also covered by an unusual darkness as even though the sun is not up yet, the moon still provides some light to the world as it reflects towards the earth the light it’s receiving from the sun, a weaker and bluish light but one nonetheless. A cluster of clouds are currently filling the sky, covering even the small moon from how dense they are. In fact, even though it’s close to being a full moon, since this cluster is so dense and gigantic, the entire city is underneath them, is suffering the same fate as her bedroom. However, what was mere moments ago completely forgotten, in this silence, it’s once again disturbing her. Indeed, the pesky clock is yet again as loud as it was before, easily and quickly grabbing her attention to it. Even if she wanted to sleep, because of this, she’s unable to do so, forcing her to stare at the empty ceiling thinking about-

  Nothing.

  For how long are you going to stay in bed?

  “What do you mean by that? The sun is not even up yet…”

  She spoke… although to the void of the room. The empty darkness of it. But once she did so, she understood something, something that made her get up in a hurry and in panic.

  Bed noises!

  “What the- Who’s there!?”

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  Her voice is unreasonable loud to the point that it could’ve been heard in the next room. Her disturbing golden eyes are wide open for brief moments as the panic takes control of her, making her act in such a rash way but this only lasts for a single moment as she quickly puts her guard up, sharpening her eyes with it, carefully inspecting her surroundings. But of course, no one answered her as there is no one in her “house”, let alone in her room. Even with the skills Magic Sense and Magical Eyes, she’s not able to find anyone that asked said question making her confused and unsure of what she heard.

  “Am I hearing things?”

  She brings her left hand towards her forehead, gently touching it with only the tips of her slender fingers as she lets out her uncertainty in to the world. She has no clue where this “voice” came from and since her skills didn’t pick up any magic signature that is out of the ordinary, she goes back to bed but she did so in a somewhat childish way. A simple representation of who she is underneath the fa?ade. Rather than laying down in a slow and gentle manner instead, she allowed gravity to work on her upper body, pulling her towards the centre of earth itself, stopping only once her curvy back hit the mattress of her bed and of course the sheets on top of it. However, only her back hit the mattress when it fell down meaning that, she had to adjust the rest of her petite body so that all of it could enjoy the comfort of being laid down.

  It’s 04:38 am.

  Time is once again slowly doing its job but while he works tirelessly, the girl on the other hand cannot even do something simple as falling asleep. And if she keeps on having her ugly eyes wide open, said natural phenomenon will never be allowed to happen. Maybe she does not want to sleep at all. She’s staring at the ceiling however; her mind is empty as the desert no, at least in the desert it still has an eco-system, one that works close to perfection but one that is extremely fragile. Her mind instead is the representation of the abyss, never ending but filled with darkness and nothing itself. She’s not thinking at all, just mindlessly looking up hoping that somehow, she will indeed fall asleep and that all of this is nothing more than another weird dream of hers, but one that is extremely realistic of course.

  The voice in her head- Hmm, does that mean that the sun needs to be up for you to do something? Since it’s night and thanks to the low visibility caused by it, it’s better to rest during the night and when the sun is up then, it’s the time to make a move. Is that correct?

  “Humans are such odd creatures.”

  The unknown voice spoke again but it did so after one hour of silence and just as the girl was about to fall asleep as she no longer could keep her golden eyes open. The voice is surprisingly soft and calm, but it’s easily noticeable to her that it’s curious to why she still is in bed even though she’s awake. However, with the voice speaking inside of her mind, her golden eyes are wide open for brief moments as her brain processes what was said and of course, as the confusion settles in her mind.

  Where is this voice coming from?

  I still can’t see or sense no one…

  The same question as before pops on her mind but the answer for it is still the same as before. Indeed, she still has no clue even though the answer is deep inside of her heart. She can easily provide an answer to what was asked but, what it’s the point for such? A simple delusion caused by her headache, or at least that is what she thinks. An understandable conclusion, especially after what happened previously when she was sick.

  None of them said a single word for hours and in that process, the girl finally fell asleep.

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