Unnamed Memory

I've been in solitude ever since I was born.

But I never thought of that as unhappy.

I felt sorry for those who wanted me when I was blessed to be pessimistic.

I used to resent my powers when I was younger.

I used to be in a hurry with my parents I never even met.

I dreamed how it would have been if I had been born as a normal child.

But that's enough now.

Power does not rule people.

People use their power.

I won't let you betray one thing.

Only a drop of your power, you can obey.

Tinasha could not even scream at the dizzying pressure exerted on her whole body.

It would not have been possible if Oscar hadn't supported him in the back.

Attracts, takes in, dominates and assimilates magic that has no owner. Drink down chunks you can't drink. While repeating it, both soul and flesh were about to be torn apart by severe pain.

But whenever I try to twist myself to pain, the power of the man holding my wrist is strengthened. She excited herself that she seemed to give up, seemingly repeatedly, that it was okay.

Eat your teeth out so that you don't lose consciousness of individuals in the raging inner and outer magic. Tinasha overcame many times the illusion of herself melting and spreading into the world.

Storm thought it might not end forever. As the wave of wild power passed, she realized she was being held in Oscar's arms. Oscar is wrapping her up so she can't stand with her feet trembling.

Tinasha tried to reach into his face, but the severe pain struck his entire body just by moving his fingers a little. Without a voice, Oscar leans down on her cheek.

"I'm fine. Done. Well done."

smile back at the words spoken.

Oscar lifted her up and let her sit on the wall chair that was still there without being blown away. Touch her cheek, which is pale, and gently mouth its young lips. Zhu gave the girl a little bit on her white cheek.

The man with his face off was staring at her with an awful quiet face.

"Tinasha, you're supposed to be lying. Sorry."

"Oscar......?

"I'm here to help you. So... I can't see you anymore. I've rewritten it."

The girl glanced. Put your hands on the man's face in severe pain.

"Why...? There's someone waiting for you, isn't there?

Oscar shook his head when he laughed bitterly.

"The place I'm going home is inside when it hasn't been written yet. I don't even know what will happen. But the world I was in was already lost. I've been nowhere since I met you."

- - Oscar understood everything when he helped her.

That ball was a magic tool for that. It is a magic tool to alter the past and rewrite the world in which it was used.

His unconscious wish was to save the witch from the tragedy that made her a witch.

Now that he had achieved that hope, he was aware that he could not remain in the world for many more years.

"Lie... because..."

Tears overflow in the eyes of the girl who seems to have understood what he means. Zero falling. Wiping that, Oscar smiled.

"Be a good queen, Tinasha. You can do that."

The girl waved her clothes like a waste child. He grins and strokes her head.

"Even if history changes or is rewritten, the fact that I met you and spent time with you doesn't go away. Whether you forget it, I forget it, and you two never met - I love you, Tinasha."

The witch's smile overlaps the crying face of the girl staring at herself.

A rare woman.

Just one witch he fell in love with.

I was blinded by the love of its existence.

So I wanted to protect her even if I was going to lose her forever.

Oscar softly hugs the girl as she stretches her arm.

"Oscar... wait..."

"Keep your eyes closed."

To the man's words, Tinasha closed her eyelids. Tears fall from scratch.

It was nothing compared to the loss you are going to taste, such as pain. Grip his shoulder tightly.

- - Nothing happens.

I'm fine. I'm sure this guy is here...

The moment I was so relieved, the warmth of holding her was gone.

Tinasha slowly opens her eyes.

Destroyed cathedral.

Soldiers staring at themselves.

That's all I see. Tinasha squeezes her trembling hand.

There was just no one, looking around at all that sight as if she were lost, she wept in her eyes, which had become an empty abyss, and raised her voice again and cried out.

The disturbance of the prince, who was Turdar's next king candidate, was buried in darkness with his death.

And the following year, a young and beautiful queen took office in his country.

With her rare appearance and power, she said that she was intelligent and thoughtful of the people, and gradually changed Turdar, who had never opened national relations with other countries before.

It is a long time ago story, now buried in history.

[-Act.1 End-]