Morning Dew's

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"Ki...Yuki..."

Who is it

"Yuki..."

As soon as I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was an icy blue full moon, dominating the starless sky.

Why am I here ?

I looked around. Found myself in a vast meadow. The horizon line is at the end of it, becoming the boundary between the sky and the meadow. The breeze blew my hair, bringing coldness that ran through the bone marrow. My hands swept the knee-high grass, dew soaking my fingertips.

Where is this

I walk. Trying to find anything or anyone. But it feels, as far as I walk I just turn around in the same place. There's nothing here.

"Yuki..."

"Who is there" I shouted. I'm trying to stay calm. How can there be a sound without a look. I kept walking, looking for the source of the voice that kept calling my name.

*I should be afraid I thought. How there is sound without form. But strangely I'm not afraid at all. That sound felt familiar to me. Her tone was full of sadness, making me want to find her soon. I've been walking long enough. The piama I wore was already wet with dew.

Suddenly the silence hit. The voice disappeared. There was only Me alone and the rustling of the grass was blown by the wind.

What the hell is going on.

I was afraid to realize now I was alone. I stepped foot faster, passing through the grass with a feeling of panic that started to hit. It felt like a great vibration under my feet. When I looked down I found myself at the center of a circle of icy blue light that moved to form a symbol in the circle.

What is this

Above the sky a flash of light was like a formation of a flock of birds appearing. I fell down when the vibration got bigger. My knee hurts. "Ouch" I grimaced. See blood flowing down the left knee. It felt like my surroundings were now filled with a vortex of icy blue light.

What the hell is going on.

"You're chosen" There was a blaring sound from above the sky. A different voice than the one before. This voice sounded more intimidating and indisputable. Not to lose my shock, the vortex under my feet burst up into the sky. Unite in a big spot, a second later shot towards me at the speed of light. I closed both my eyes glare.

"No"

Sraakk

I blinked as the sunlight shot straight into my eyes from the window in front of me. The sound of the clock is quite loud. Beside the window, Aunt Sheira ruffled her waist, her figure not so clearly visible because of the sunlight behind her. "Auntie's toe" I said as I stretched my stiff muscles. I feel like my whole body hurts. I just woke up.

"When do you sleep?, don't you go to school." said Aunt Sheira began to pull out her death-style.

"Yes.iya.. I woke up, my God, what time is it ?"

I'm looking for a clock that's been ringing. I finally found him falling by the bed. Closed doll and a thick book. I shut it down immediately. Surprised to realize that the clock had rung three minutes ago. Though usually I wake up immediately when I hear the clock rung, No matter how tired I am. I made the bed in a hurry. After that run to the bathroom located across the room. I rinsed my whole body using the shower. My knees are pulsing. There's a new wound there.

Can people dream of falling and when waking up really hurt ?.

I ignored the ridiculous thoughts that flashed through my head. After I finished the bath I rushed to the room and got dressed.

Hay, my name is Yuki Orrie Olwrendho. I'm 15 years old now. People say, I am an active and cheerful girl. But almost everyone doesn't believe that I'm fifteen. They thought I was only twelve years old, probably because of my short posture. My current height is 155 cm with a weight of 43 kg. I have a fair yellow skin, and curly hair on my back, brown on the ground. My eyes are big round, with long eyelashes surrounding them. Almost everyone who knows my Mom says I look a lot like Mama. But I don't feel that way. Mama has a height of 172 cm with a slim body and clean white skin. Her hair straight down was jet black. She's like a Barbie doll in reality. She was a very graceful and unpretentious woman. Because of her beauty, Mama often gets a job contract as a model or film player. But Mama died six months ago in a car accident. Since then I have lived with Aunt Sheira.

aunt Sheira herself was a good friend of Mama's, I remember She was the one who took care of me when Mama had to work for us. Sheira's mother and aunt are orphans. They live to help each other. Aunt Sheira is married to a doctor at her place of employment as a nurse. They both treated me very well. I really like Phil, her husband. Although they were ten years apart, I sometimes felt Phil was more of a young boy than Sheira's aunt, who had too many rules. I consider them my own parents.

My father died a long time ago, from the story of Mama, He died when the womb of Mama stepped four months. Mama never told me much about Dad, I also did not ask so much. Every time Mama told me about Dad, Mama would look sad. I don't even know what my dad's like, only I know Mama loves Dad so much. The proof, although many men repeatedly come to propose, Mama always refuses . He was never interested in love with anyone.

"Yuki what time is it?!!, are you ready" cried Aunt Sheira from below to disperse my daydream. I grabbed the bag, rushed down the stairs.

"I'm coming ...I'm coming" My voice is loud.

in the dining room, Phil had sat down while eating his food while Aunt Sheira was busy arranging provisions for both of us.

"Good morning Phil"

"For Swetty, let's have breakfast. I don't want to be late today" Take Phil. I sat down and ate my food. Phil asked me a few questions about my school. Makes me remember that I forgot to bring my schoolwork. I got up and ran up the stairs again. Sheira's aunt ranted from behind. "Good your nose isn't left behind".

I headed to the end of the hall where I put the chili plants near the window. As I was about to return to the dining room, I felt a familiar feeling. Something as if calling me. At the end of the hall where I am now, there is a room whose door is always closed.Atlant Sheira always locks it. Both Mama and Aunt Sheira, they strictly forbid me to enter this room. Even Mama once asked me to swear not to come in or even touch this door. I don't know why, but if I see the look of fear on their faces, I don't think it's good to ignore the ban.

I looked at that door. The impulse is getting stronger. Carving on the door as if moving, sparkling brings out a ray of ice that looks like my dream last night. Unconsciously my hand stretched out to hold the handle.

"Yukiii.are you still a long time" I gasped.the voice of Aunt Sheira from below, the sound of her feet climbing the stairs thud. I hugged my flower pot, put it in the bag I had prepared for the afternoon.

"Bi" I lifted the pot and walked towards the aunt who was on the stairs.

"What's wrong" asked the suspicious aunt.

"If you're sick don't just go in, auntie's at home all day"

"no bi, I have an important class today. I'm leaving bi." I kissed Aunt Sheira's cheek down the stairs, forgetting the strange feeling I felt a few minutes ago. I got in the car, where Phil was waiting inside. As the car drove by, I caught a glimpse of Aunt Sheira standing on the steps staring into the room with an expression I couldn't understand.

"Yuki, do you have an event today" asked Haswa, my friend. Today the class is empty because there is a teacher meeting. The students who had completed the task were busy chatting. Some even sneak into the cafeteria.

"I don't know yet, what's up ?"

"Today the basketball club will celebrate his victory.they invited us to karaoke together"

I sighed, if the basketball club had Raymond told him to. Yes, Raymond Gernadus. The popular guy at school, my ex-boyfriend when SMP who I introduced to Mama was immediately rejected raw raw by Mama. It seems smart at school, the captain of the basketball team and the family child is not considered in the criteria Mama. Mama doesn't want me to be close to the opposite sex in a special sense, she thinks I'm still too small. We only lasted two years, a little affair from Raymond put an end to it all, but until now Raymond was still looking for me. even when I heard He already had a lover. I don't want to be the destroyer of people's relationships, but Raymond doesn't seem to care. Just a week ago, her boyfriend berate me for accusing me of seducing Raymond just because we were a study group. In fact, the group is self-determined by the homeroom teacher.

"Sorry, it turns out that Aunt Sheira asked me to come home quickly" I showed a message from Aunt Sheira who just entered my phone. Aunt Sheira again sent a message so I could go home now. He called the school to ask for permission. I replied to the message, then hurried to tidy up the book. "I'm going first"

"Ah alright" said Haswa disappointed. When I left the classroom, I almost collided with Raymond who was about to enter the classroom, all the students who saw the teasing scream. I'm off. Without looking at him I went straight away.

Our relationship is over, I whispered to myself.

When I got home, I saw Phil's car in the yard. I went in and found Aunt Sheira crying in Phil's arms. Phil comforts Aunt Sheira and occasionally kisses her forehead.

*A*pa happened ?.

"Auntie.." call me tangent. Aunt got up and immediately burst into my arms. The crying is getting louder.

"What's the matter Auntie" I let Aunt Sheira cry until she calmed down. After she calmed down, aunt wiped her tears. Grasping both my hands gently. "Something I want to show you, come with aunty"

In the suburb I followed Aunt Sheira. He led me to the end of the second floor corridor. That closed room. Phil just kept following me from behind. Auntie opened the door. The wind greeted us. It was strange when we were at home. But the atmosphere was like we were in a meadow last night. I stepped in and immediately swerved. The door closes behind.

In this room I saw a room that was entirely walled in mirrors. A statue of a bearded man sitting cross-legged with his hands holding the cup and one hand giving his blessing. Both of his eyes were covered by a black cloth. The weirdness I feel, even though this wall is covered in mirrors, but none of our shadows are in it. The mirror is empty.

How can ?

The shining symbol was ice blue like an elongated tendril, moving with random movements in the room.

"What room is this aunt"

"This is the connecting room of our world" whispered Aunt Sheira with an unfathomable expression. There was longing and sadness in his eyes. Aunt Sheira closed her eyes, her lips twitching. His soul is not here. It was like remembering his life in the past. It wasn't long before Aunt Sheira opened her eyes. Resilience replaced all the sadness he had just displayed. "Yuki, do you remember the story about the princess and the prince your mother told you"

I'm nodding. Mama often told me until I memorized it outside the head. The story of a noble princess and a royal prince who weave love but then must be separated because of the rules of the kingdom. The prince must marry the daughter he has chosen. If he refuses, he must die. The princess who was abandoned, went to treat his heart, He met a noble who was also heartbroken because his wife left him. Long story short they support each other so that love arises between them. But the married prince could not forget the princess. How angry the prince was when the princess refused to return to him and chose to marry the noble. The prince then arranged a scheme to separate the two. The princess was slandered with a mistake she never made. While she was four months pregnant, the kingdom decided to banish the princess to another world until she was proven innocent. The nobleman and princess continued to love from an unimaginable distance. The nobleman promised he would bring the princess back even if it took a long time.

Sometimes when Mama tells me, I feel like she's drowning in her daydreams. As if that story was his own.

aunt Sheira clasped both my shoulders. He looked me in the eye, begging for my understanding. "That's the story about your father and mother Yuki"

"What ?" bangtung.

"Listen aunt, I am the personal servant of Ransah's daughter, your mother. My daughter and I were dumped here when she conceived you. We are not people of this world. We are people of a different dimension to this world. All this time your father was trying to prove your mother's innocence. He's succeeding. The kingdom decided to bring you back. Now you can get Yuki home to our home world"

"What does aunt mean, I don't understand. auntie don't joke". I took off aunt's hand.

"What I'm saying is reality. Please believe me"

"Phil" I looked at Phil pleading, but Phil shook his head with a sad face.

"Didn't this room prove Swetty's truth" she whispered sadly.

"I can't believe it" I said angrily. "If it were true, though, I wouldn't have gone back to where Mama was dumped like that"

"You have to go back, we can't refuse the royal order. But forgive aunt Yuki, aunty can't come home. Here, there's someone that Aunt wants to be with her for the rest of Aunt's life"

"I don't want to go back, no"

aunt Sheira looked at me giving up. Something behind me made him retreat. Then bow respectfully.

"I Sheira Albey, the personal servant of princess Ransah salutes the prince"

"I'll take your respect"

I turned around, shocked when a young man in his 25s appeared. He was wearing royal clothes of old. His hair was black with a tinge of icy blue, shoulder-length. His body is tall and strong. I have to look up to see it. He's quite handsome. Her skin was pure white with a protruding muscle behind her skin.But, I felt fear when I saw her gaze, her eyes were icy blue, cold and piercing. People who are difficult to understand and approach. Like a cold moon at night. The young man caught me who was about to run away. "I'll take you back" he said.

"Take me off, no....Aunt.please" I'm trying to rebel. Behind the young man's back, a white vortex appeared as tall as an adult. Slowly the vortex devoured us. I kept rebelling and breaking away. But the young man's grip was so tight. My hands reached out, begging aunt for help. Aunt Sheira was still bowing, Phil beside her comforting her who was crying.

My head feels heavier. I felt my consciousness begin to wane. The last thing I saw was Aunt Sheira running around crying to reach my hand but Phil held her back.