“I’m not an earthling or a part of humankind. However, I got to live here after a great effort. It wasn’t easy and never will be.

“About myself and my little background. My father’s name was Hero, and my mother’s name was Yokina. Both had a long, strong history due, and it grows heavier on me.

“Even my name Akki has an event behind it. It’s a form that’s read ‘All Killing Kind Illustarnist.’ This was what I was called during my first days, and I hated it the most. I never liked my name, which I even hated to live for it.”

“You were called?!” Ramic contested. “You mean you didn’t have a name?”

Akki’s smile could show how much his heart was sinking by just remembering and narrating the first line. “No, I didn’t. I never had a name even today as I sit by you. It’s just replaced or called out.”

This brought sorrow to his friend, but he remained silent, letting his friend speak on. He knew well if kept interrupting, it’d only create boulders in his sinking feelings.

Akki continued: “As a start of my life, I lived in a faraway galaxy, traveling the 12th universe, among the thousand stars that had mysteries within their shines—one solar system had a place that I lived in.

“Inside the space of that universe, pitch black with not even a single star to create the glory of that space, unlike here in the Earth’s milky way, where glittering stars design this galaxy, three planets existing in its custody with different sizes.

“Large, big, and small.

“With three cold colors to be seen: green, blue, and white. The three were placed in a sharp triangle, rotating around a light, small like this planet Earth.

“I had no idea what that light was, but come to think of it, after observing all the traces from the first line today, it could be a shine from that star called the Sun.

“My story begins from the largest green planet named Motavien, my home planet. That’s where I once lived.

“This Motavien didn’t have anything like countries, continents, or plots—it had only cities on its lands. Motavien lands were counted forty in total.

“The lands were called by the cities built over it, making it easy for everyone while traveling. However, these were lands that weren’t lost from each other, and they were secured by a bridge, made of pure metal, with no danger of collapsing or dividing away. That was what kept all the lands connected.

“No one among the civilians or any great scholar knew what or how this bridge was made. Plus, not just cities were standing on the lands, you could also add nature. We had many mountains and forests on our lands, and the sea surrounded us.

“Furthermore, the civilian culture of Motavien and Earth are quite alike. Similar to houses, structure, routines, jobs, and buildings but, the odd fact was that in both lived the living beings.

“Here are humans, along with the natural animal kingdom, birds and plants all kinds are known here. The living beings there are the same structures as humans except for their light purple skin color.

“With varieties of hair colors and eyes, they were like fantasy creatures in this world. Our culture is the same as here, similar to the ages of old English. Dresses and frocks, suits, shirts, and pants all these were simple facts there, unlike in Earth, where they’re used as a fantasy culture.

“If we talk about animals, we have mythical creatures seen as common creatures on our side, but unlike here, they’re seen to be imaginary. And common animals like lions or wolves are rare for us up there in Motavein.

“I’m not insulting Earth or praising my planet, but it’s kind of strange for me to see how different one world is from the other. Where it’s said to be rare in Motavien, it’s common on Earth, and where it’s said to be rare on Earth, it’s common in Motavein. It’s a fantastic universe.

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“Speaking about rare complexion, there comes my part. I was on top of the list on the whole forty lands. My appearance, complexion all were similar to humans on Earth. There were no such creatures in Motavien. However, my skin color, purple eyes, darkening with indigo were different to all. My light brown hair, edges with burnt brown, was also rare anyone has seen.”

“Purple?” questioned Ramic, looking at Akki’s eyes “but aren’t they blue now?”

“No, my friend, it’s not…” Akki smiled. He lowered his head, covering his left eye with his right hand. He pulled out a tiny transparent circle from his eyes, and at the same time, he dived into his pocket and took out a small circle box which he opened, inside it lay distilled water in which he soaked the small transparent circle.

“You were wearing lenses the whole time?!” Ramic grew shocked.

Under the fair moonlight that enlightened the valley, Akki’s right eye was blue, considered normal for humans, but on the left side was a dark purple eye, with lights of violet and indigo shining in his eyes.

“Yes, I was,” Akki said sadly. “I was wearing lenses all this time and started it just a few days before you entering my life, Ramic.” He gazed at him with his odd eyes.

Ramic stared at him. “You had your reasons, my friend, right?”

Every human keeps secrets within himself. It’s hard to find which can be that trustworthy to keep his secrets in his locker.

The same played for Akki. He was a boy of mysteries and troubles growing up to be locked inside them. But then came an offer of a friend, who claimed himself that he’d keep it locked for him.

Akki, with his odd eyes, gazed at the midnight scene.

“When I was just three months old, my parents left me and disappeared into the unknown. No one had heard of them or had even seen them leave. Within one night, they were gone, and the next day, I was found alone at home crying out loud. It was unexpected for such phenomena to occur. Since our planet had forty lands, a research team scattered around the lands, searching for my beloved parents. The search went on for an entire year. They estimated that perhaps I might be having a relative who could heir me after my parents—unfortunately, not all thoughts brought hope to us.

“There was an aunt, my mother’s sister, but she didn’t care to have me in her lap. She just expressed her reason that she hated boys or sons instead, she suggested that I be sent away to where all abandoned children lived.

“The orphanage.

“Some tried to convince her while others kept searching. But both sides showed no avail, and I was only introduced with my parents’ names and nothing more.

“My neighbors didn’t know anything about what happened to them, neither did the street people. No one knew anything about me—they didn’t know how to look after me. So they sent me to the orphanage, where I was raised till age one.

“Once I grew one, everyone in the house ignored me, left me behind in the playground, and never played around me. I’m glad they at least had the kindness to care for me before that. Even the teachers, the nurses—they also didn’t bother much about me.

“I was always left sitting in the corner of the room, hugging my black teddy bear as I could see children playing around the lawn through the window or in the room all playing with each other. I was always silent.

“Yet even though I tried to get along with them… I was bullied to pieces. There were kids five to six years old than me who’d enjoy bullying me. Or I suppose they were responsible for it. I remember their faces clearly at such a young age plus, their names. Three boys named David, Ken, and Margrin but, the other two weren’t that clear for me.

“Every time I got closer to the other kids in the hope of playing with them, they’d run away from me, bringing those three front, and I’d run away like a scared kitten, returning to my only friend, who always accompanied me all day and all night, no matter the weather condition or the harshness of it —that buddy always gave me it’s warm hugs.

“Who was it?

“The black teddy bear.

“A big bear with crystal-clear yellow eyes, fluffy red ears, and a smile on its face. I called him Blacky.

“Every time I used to cry on it or feel lonely, I felt that bear was my only support and motivation. It was like it absorbed all my grief with its happy smile. It was always there whenever I felt gloomy, sitting in the center of my bed, waiting for me with a big smile. No matter what I did or said, this teddy bear would always snuggle up to me and wash away my sorrow.

“You know, it’s really hard to adjust with others when you’re the only odd one out. It always makes one feel burdened and unhappy.

“What made me different?

“Well, it’s not like I didn’t try. I tried, yes, once I tried to get the answer—why was this happening? Why were they doing this?

“You know a one-year-old child can’t talk clearly, but my action spoke the words.

“One day, I was tugging on the dress of a sister of the house, then pointed at others, asking her with my eyes whether I could play with others. She was annoyed by me and turned away, replying:

“‘NO!’

“I again did the same act, which made her crazy, and she shouted at me, ‘You idiot child! Do you want to make others scared?! Look at yourself! How horrible looking you are! You scare everyone, even me! Now go back to your bear. Or I shall ask David to tear it off!’ At that moment, she may have thought I didn’t understand her but, I did! I understood every word.

“It broke me.

“Her sudden loud scream scared me as I rushed back to the room and held onto my teddy bear, fearing he’d really come. It was the only thing for me, and I didn’t want to lose it. So I decided to stay by its side the whole day, no matter how long I stayed in the house.”