At first, there was only darkness. The girl crawled to the ground, shouting out of her pain, the blood still hitching her skin.

But when she found a strength. She could see light. She followed it slowly, her legs sinking into the mud. She forgot that she was barefoot and she forgot that everyone around her was vile.

Two drunk men towered over her, blindly from the loud alcohol sent that they didn't even notice that they kicked her, moving her to a dark corner with her heavy rugs being dragged all over to the road.

Back arched, the girl fell with her hips and forced her mind to work. A squeaking rat moved to a body next to the girl which was gagged open by the skull to his teeth.

The girl leaned closer to it, letting her feel the surprising warmth of the corpse. She could think that this was her father, her mother, someone. Someone to hold her dear, tell her that it will be alright. That the blood she was feeling from them was tears of joy and their arms were trying to embrace her. But then, her fingers dug deeper to find a wallet. She opened it shakily to see two silver coins unknown to her.

She handled them with a shaking fist and checked herself back on her supposed belongings. Her ragged purple clothes, her silver coat, her jewel around her hair.

The girl kept walking now far from her imagined parent with two coins and her eyes up to the world. There was no sky no moon or stars or sun. For lights there were just a few green lanterns that it seemed that a few men with dark leather clothing turned off and then pushed a large coal container from down of the machine, turning the lights green again. The air was vague and thick, making her mind dizzy. There were few shops open around the road with houses wide open selling a strange scent that made the air worse. Then there were naked human inside the balconies, getting on their knees for one another or not. The girl decided to look down again when she found herself glancing in the loud shop window while more than three beggars were sitting around her. Her raven hair was a wild mess, her dark eyes had even darker circles and her moonlight scar was stained in blood. Surprisingly, none commented on that part. None of the people around her tried to scream or help her. Maybe it was better that way.

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Then, the door of the loud shop opened kicking the girl back, making her fall to the ground.

The one who opened it shouted a rattle of noises, noises that the girl could not understand and could not handle. The girl could not handle the noise of the world as she got down on her knees, crying.

In the end, the one who shouted got away, and the girl kept walking with everyone's eyes being far from her, noticing how unimportant the girl was. But then, to the opposite side of the road, there was a young woman with platinum curls, waving everyone around her. Her hair could even be actual threads of gold, her green eyes piercing everyone's skin and her covered clothed skin was surprisingly taking far more attention from the crowd rather than the ones who stood naked. The way her long lashes moved, the slow breathing, the wave of her hand. The power she held when she was singing. Everyone was mesmerized, moving left and right, front and back as if they followed the woman's existence.

The girl got enchanted like everyone from that square and the girl wanted more than her green eyes to look at her. She wanted to be her. To have a power like that.

As she kept moving she could listen to her stomach growling, her bare feet growing tired of the soaking dirt moving to her toenails. Her panting heavier and her eyes found a house with only one light next to a temple, and a blonde man ready to have a good sleep with warmth in his eyes, feasted filled belly, and money that he might have.

The girl was a terrible climber as her bare feet almost shed blood to the bricks of the building, right before she fell from inside the window of the once bright room.Her tiny naive head imagined the room to have a cosy familiarity. A bead, kitchen stove and paintings of family portrayed to the walls. She kept her silent though with her nostrils smelling a pleasant smell. A warm smell. She stood up slowly with her body, her soul growing with greed. Her legs kept walking her eyes kept wandering to the darkness until she found a big metal box by her hands touching it, feeling her skin burning.

There was a shout coming from her mouth and stumbled back. Then a voice.

There was a small light coming from the man's hand. The first thing she noticed was his golden hair. The next was his beautiful silver coat. So clean so detailed. So much she wanted a coat like that. Then his eyes, the man's light eyes which were looking ta her with such a fascination. Then, a crooked smile.

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