An hour or so have passed and I still couldn't remove that idiotic feeling of kinda being betrayed back there. Every whim, every order, and every command I followed May to the latter only doing one mischief on leaving her yesterday!( I don't count my first escapade the day we got here.) I felt like she's teasing me but I think she is serious on this marriage thing.

Huh... So this is how a princess would feel when suddenly getting sold off and married to an unknown person.

Either way, I don't know why I'm making this a big deal. It's no like I'm here forever or that I agree on it, I could probably ask Neil to devise a plan to burn that contract or just leave this place and never return, besides, I don't even know who Wendy is.

Wanting to clear and cool my mind I opened the window. The glow of magic lights and the burning fire of story fair still seems to live and flicker under the clear and shining billion star sky and it's pale moon. Some music were still playing and the cheers of mugs and songs, women and men alike, to the Lord and to the goddess. They praised life itself for this day, the day monsters were going to sleep.

Rivaling those sounds were the neighboring buildings that moaned... Some loud and some somewhat audible while some candles, yet again, betrayed some lovers shadow. I've gotten used to it but, they look younger and wilder than what I would normally see. Below was the distinct noise of O'Brian and his men's irritation to the drunks passing out on the road, some minor and major brawls, militia guards not in their position and some missing altogether. No wonder that old man is gruff and rough.

The breeze was cold and was less harsher than what I felt since I got here. I surprise myself how I quickly got adapted somewhat on this lifestyle until I heard a creak.

Looking behind me, the dark figure closed the door. The moon hasn't penetrated much of my room's interior but I could have easily guessed who was my shadowy guest.

“Did May gave you a spare key?”

I have the main key in my pocket.

“I just want to know if your fine.”

She softly speaks.

“Well, I'm fine now.”

I returned back to my outside view.

“I think you should go back and rest. I heard that you're going to leave by the crack of dawn.”

“Yes, but this day is special; you're birthday, and I want to give you something before I leave.”

I could hear the floor creak as she went close to me and stop dead center of the room.

“You can just leave it on the bed, please.”

Turning around she kept herself behind the shadows avoiding the light of the moon but her silhouette was telling her action; that she was undoing something on top of her body.

“What are you doing?”

I returned back to window and tried to calm myself.

Don't jump in to any conclusions!

I mean surely she's not that kind of girl.

“Please,”

She said softly.

“Accept this.”

Then I heard her taking another step. I immediately peeked like after just one second of trying pretend I don't know she was doing, and so it would seems.

Under the light of the moon was her hand straddled on mid air while her body still hid in the shadows with a shy silhouette.

“Um... You want to dance?”

Since the way she presented it.

“Y-yes, please a-and if you refuse I'll scream and tell Miss May how you hit my fingers back in the shop earlier!”

She's already loud now.

“Hic! Sorry!”

“O-ok! Just shush!”

I'm more concerned what will they think to me when you scream in here rather than the fact that I hit your fingers with a sword. Reluctantly, I took her hand as she ordered. Quiet as a mouse she walked slow and on the very tip of her toes, but I said that the music can still be heard outside so there was no need for too much caution.

“I suppose so.”

Full in front of my view now the moonbeam betrayed her true appearance to me. She wore something thinner now, though she would be wearing something normal back home but on this world this is considered too thin for sleeping especially when winter is coming.

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“Hey, why are you dressed like that?”

It was a blue dress that ran until just above the her ankles. Her blonde hair braided like a crown was complimented by her jade eyes and around her collar was a small jewel of blue, her shoes a reminiscent Cinderella shaped luxury. She then bowed in a grace and gave me the a small glass bottle with a withered flower inside it -- almost unrecognizable to be honest.

“Do you remember?”

She said with hiding redden face when I inspected this withered flower under what moonlight I could get.

“A weed flower?”

I whispered under my breath as the squarish petals were all to identical and abundant around the dirt road, the grassy field, and could even thrive on the cobbled Pavlon square. It was so disliked for its inelegance and abundance that I am sure that no one would pick it up as an offering to the second hero dance.

“Do you remember?”

She repeated this time with clasp hands and wide anticipating expression.

Should I be blunt and bludgeon her with the truth, or lie but...

I know she's going to find out if I'm lying either way.

“Well... It means something to you, and that I don't want to break you're... Expectations. But, I'm sorry if I don't know anything about it. I really am.”

I returned her the small bottle and found her smile shrink to a small one as she placed the bottle near her chest.

“I was on a land with wonders and technology that I never knew could exist when I received a letter.”

I took her hand and placed my hand at her waist while she in return placed her other hand on my shoulder did we begin to try and follow the music outside.

“It was written with a seal that I thought I would never see again. At first it's just an ordinary invitation from the leather and tanning guild but when I read the contents I began weep, I didn't know if it's from happiness or sadness.”

The room was hushed that I could hear the sound of our breathing as we lifted our steps in a gentle manner, as to not make the wooden floors creak more.

“Because... When read that letter I remembered everything when I left Ellena; most vivid was the fight we had because of my selfish request. I never said sorry to you, I was afraid to ask for your forgiveness,”

I could have sworn that we stepped each other's feet several times by now but the way she looked at me her smile, eyes looking tired by tears yet never relenting, and a euphoric state that I felt my body burning and heart jumping like never before, and it got worst soon enough, slowly...

“After all, you've done so much for me and kept faith on me that I was good person, even if I never believed that myself.”

Her eyes closed and her head rested on my shoulder and was now hugging me as we circled around and around under the gaze of Luna.

“I promise I will make it up to you! I promise to give you the grandest sword as an apology when I return and I'll get your favour... Back... No matter what. I said that to myself but three months on the road to Branden bend from Port Messarina. I got a letter of the very same stamp saying...”

Around and around...

“Saying...”

Around and around following the rising beat of the music.

“You died.”

We suddenly tripped on the bed as the music fell its beat and ended.

“You died a month when my father and I left Ellena for the Nolvoltian Principalities. Hic...Hic...Hic... I never even got to say goodbye! I was already too far to return and join your funeral! I'm sorry! Please forgive me!”

She repeated those words when she fell asleep on my shoulder as we lay in bed and a distinct cheer as it sounded like the whole town heard her testimony and began singing... Singing a battle song to soothe the girl's aching heart.

And on~ce a while,

When the sky look so dry,

I si~ng a song,

To my thirsty field with no soul.

I'm so~rry for I,

Am weary farmer with no eye,

But he~re I pray,

One day it will rain.

It took a few more repeats of that drunken farmer song until everything went silent. Just the soft snores of Wendy and the some distant dogs barking that I have heard since the last few hours here with her. I already tucked her on my bed, closed the window and laid on the floor as pondered if I should really leave Ellena. This is my body, I've seen my face and the only differences is the coloration of my hair, turn it black then I am not Elfien. But, as long as I'm in this world with such hair, I play the role of Elfien, Elfien... Whom I don't know what he did to get so many people's adoration at such a young age and even got mingle up with a girl who has a brighter future than me at such a young age.

In a way me and Elfien had some similarities as well; identical face, we died young, had some love quarrels, and a strict yet caring mother. Except I get to live in this world, heh. Maybe he's living in my world, but that's hoping for too much. Neil, Allan, and Roland told me otherwise.

Either way, with a my elbow as my pillow and enduring the cold I waited until sunrise and unlike yesterday that I feel my eyes heavy, tonight my mind was hyperactive and I couldn't sleep, thing is this probably isn't my power. Its just me having so much running emotions that I can't sleep at all.