Our Voice's

1. In The Future, When We Meet Again [Prologue]

...Prologue...

...—In The Future, When We Meet Again—...

...(.( Cursed Girl )...

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At that time, the feel of the morning in early summer was not going well.

The roar of unfriendly wind again shook the city.

At Grandma's house, in her quiet room, the old woman was lying limp on a rough mattress, covered in a thick cloth that kept her warmth.

“Grandmother must still be here, right? Hold on, Nek,” I said even though the anxiety was getting bigger.

Grandma slowly turned around and looked at me. She showed a smile, but not as usual.

“Yuna is great, yes.” After saying that, Grandma coughed small. My hunch is getting worse.

“I don't understand what it means, Grandma,” I said.

“It wasn't the smile Yuna showed as usual. You think Grandma doesn't know?”

I laughed, covering my mouth with my palm. “Same with Grandma. And also, it was Grandma herself who taught me to always smile, remember?”

For a moment, I could hear Grandma take her breath, like a tightness.

“Yuna, someone wants Grandma to ask.”

I'm nodding. “... Just say it, Nek.”

Not long after, from the front of the house, a whirlwind violently shook the entire window of Grandma's room. When that powerful air pressure came through it, it almost blew me away. However, the rumbling of the wind had no effect on Grandma.

Grandma's face turned fearful. “Have you decided, Yuna?” The dense wind wave was getting wild, then ravaging everything around us. There was nothing to be said at this moment other than chaos.

“Yes, I've decided,” I replied.

I tried to hold on, holding Grandma's hand to calm her down.

However, the coldness in his hands did not come from the raging air around us. I'm not so sure, but, hopefully, this isn't a bad sign.

“I'm sorry, Yuna. Grandma seems to have just taken away your happiness.” Grandma's tears slid down and soaked her face. “For this world, please replace ...” His gaze pointed at the bracelet attached next to his hand. Not long after, Grandma's eyes closed again.

“Grandmother?” I clasped his hand tighter; more than I ever did.

However, the cold grew sharp, and it was now as if it was spreading through my hands

Maybe, Grandma must be just resting, considering that she has been talking to me too much since this morning.

Therefore, I repeated my words again, “Grandmother must still be here, right?”

One, two, three, four, five seconds passed.

There is still no lawfulness.

This time, I thought if Grandma had fainted.

I laughed again. “Grandpa is very weak. Come wake up, Grandma ..” My voice fused with the roar of the wind swirling around us, like a choir.

No matter how much I tried, the old woman would still not open her eyes.

I kept moving her body, getting louder. “No, Grandma hasn't left; Grandma must be just tired.”

Besides, something happened to me.

It's hard to explain. But that's the truth.

My tears suddenly welled up, and this was unprecedented.

For a moment, a positive aura like running left me. I slowly stood up while taking off Grandma's limp hands, then pressed my pair of fingers against her neck, making sure the pulse was still flowing.

My eyes widened, lamenting the cruel facts shown to me. “I, can't cry!”

I bit my lip, trying to force the puddle back into place. Of course, nothing bad—I tried to run away from reality—that happened to him.

It's just that it's wrong. Actually Grandma had exhaled for the last time, and that was just the case.

As my sadness began to flow, suddenly the air pressure currents around me changed.

The roar of wind that struck inside the room, outside, and around the streets instantly vanished. Grandma said, when a Woman or Wind Control Girl is gone, the chaos around her disappears.

Lt's true. Now I believe it's not just a myth.

“It turns out that legend really exists.”

Therefore, now I take off the heart-engraved golden bracelet that was attached to Grandma's hand, gently. Somehow, but my thoughts seemed to say that he would wake up if I wasn't careful.

My voice came out in my heart. I hope there's nothing bad after this. My resolve and my heart were united; I wore the bracelet with my eyes closed.

“Six, seven, eight, nine ...” I counted the seconds that kept going, preparing to face the sensation that only the wind-bending girl-to-be could experience, as Grandma had said.

"Nothing happened?"

As my net was pointing down, the answer to my earlier grievance seemed to start showing itself. “I, don't—what's this!”

A small tornado crept up over my body. I watched him, and they spun to my feet.

Over time, the tornado grew bigger and managed to reach the top of my head. Ti–cannot move, fretting in my heart.

Until at the same time, I ended up completely in an intoxicating deep wind vortex, and it seemed as if my body and soul had just been snatched away.

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The raging roar suddenly ended.

The glint of light went out; the sound of the wind vanished; the sky did not echo—hening; the air from all directions came and gushed gently around the corners of my trembling face. I'm sure, and my instincts say, So far grandma's right. The wind seemed to have just taken me somewhere.

When I opened my eyes, the vast expanse of the world seemed to await my arrival.

“Huh?” So surprised I was. This has never happened before. "I'm hovering?

There is no sign of the sun. In the middle of the red sky (whether the light is from where) that stretches wide, my body floats, and descends slowly towards the land.

Everything I saw was far from common sense.

"Ja–don't! that's ...." The wind flow moved and coiled subtly on both my legs. It makes me laugh because I am tickled. However, they looked as if they were propping it up, keeping me from falling over.

The wind was blue, as clear as the ocean that filled two-thirds of the worlds we lived in. It's not like people used to say at school.

“Wait, hey ...”  My gaze was instantly forced—by the wind coming from above, and they lowered my face—to stare at small points like arid lands, withered forests, lake—a murky river that was at the bottom of a vast land. This is definitely not our world, I thought.

Impossible. I really saw it. Setting foot on that foreign land often scares me, but it's too late.

I've been resting on it.

"It turns out the same as the earth." Relieved, I wiped the sweat on my face with my arms, sighing.

Going down from the bottom of the horizon was a real moment, and I could bet it was with everything I had.

In addition, this form of nature is not maintained. It seemed, this world had long been left behind by time. Maybe they're moving too fast.

“Eh, the!” I said a little worried.

From the various sides that were visible, that group of whirlwinds was about to surround me. They were speeding, and getting closer.

It deserves to be called like the cheers of a guest's welcome.

They are all ... It is like having a soul, I thought.

The wind spread and split. The air pressure is weakened, and now they disappear and leave the remains of air particles that cool.

Over time, these air currents have become more pleasant. It was like they were asking me to be friends. "... It's ticklish" I said with a laugh. They slapped me finely in the face, alternately, and somehow I could see her real form.

Suddenly, the air pressure around him again strengthened.

"Eh? What'sthis?"

The vortex was re-formed, but this time they did not blow me away. Come to think of it, it reminds me of what my grandmother did before.

Then they lifted me off the ground. After everything that happened, we flew together across the fragile wall of the twilight sky.

They took me higher, far up to sail through the sky. When I was in the glitter of space that had its edge across the dim stars, I was like seeing something from a distance.

“What's on the other end?” My eyes widened, like my eyeballs had just been forced out.

A typhoon moved closer to me— was gigantic in size, and spread firmly from the core of the mainland—as trying to show that he was the ruler of this world.

"I ...." They (that whirlwind ) all took me by force, towards the deadly storm surge.

But how? This is not land, but the sky.

Just futile.

That glimmer of determination disappeared, and I resigned myself to what would happen next. Now the outer layer of the typhoon passed in front of me.

I could only be shut down as the typhoon absorbed my body into it, leaving me completely trapped.

Then I opened my eyes again, and all that was seen around me was pitch-gray. No more and no less.

"Not blown? Really?"

Even the typhoon didn't make me crash like it was supposed to. It was like he had just scared me with his big form. However, once again, I felt that this typhoon might also be inviting me to be friends.

"I don't know what to say" I muttered in confusion.

I accidentally got my eyes crossed on the grandma bracelet on my wrist, and it shone brightly.

If my eyes are with my hands, trying to understand what is really going on here.

It was very warm, I thought.

Something strange happened. It felt like someone's soul had just come out of that bracelet.

"Aah ...," I groaned in pain—my tears came back. Something inexplicable like entered my mind without pause.

It is a memory of suffering.

A barrage of cruel and exiled torment.

Regret of all the girls or women who ever got this curse (Granny called it so).

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No one is looking.

Only this time I will do it.

“It's enough!” Because I couldn't stand it anymore, I ended up crying.

After a long time, the tears came back. But this also makes me very happy.

Suddenly the giant hurricane disappeared, as if it had just vanished in the swallow of land. A collection of roars of wind that brought me up in the sky was seen faithfully waiting outside, then they brought me back down slowly.

For the second time I saw the land of this world again. It was a phenomenon that made my heart tremble violently—witnessing the significant changes from that side of the life of the natural surface.

“Do I see dreams?” my dispute.

The arid land I saw suddenly turned green. All the unimaginable beauty began to grow down there. Each side of the surface is colored perfectly and charming.

I saw the fertile soil, the growing forest looked like it had just been reforested. The lake drains the springs from places that cannot be seen, the beauty of it gives me a glimpse.

That's grand. Now I refuse to go back to my own world.

"Hopefully next time I can go to this place again later," I said with a teary look.

However, just as my feet were about to stand on the ground, my gaze slowly blurred.

“Huh ...”  The wind echoed merrily, as if reciting a symphony that made me fall asleep. "... am I .. sleepy?"

It's getting heavier and unbearable.

It was like an order I couldn't resist. Want to not want me to be closed.

Finally my consciousness disappeared in a flash of turbulent mirage, and in the midst of the cruel fate that had just chosen me.

At that time I didn't realize it at all.

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That was the beginning.

The day I made a contract with all that wind. For the safety of my own world, I willingly accept the consequences, willing to take the place of grandmother.

Until now, controlling the swarms of wind that move around the world was not as easy as one might think. After I walked for quite a while and endured it, the curse slowly tormented my life. If I had to say, maybe this is what Grandma meant, regarding the worry she felt if I continued to survive being a wind-bending girl.

But all those memories have passed.

This was actually completely outside of my planning. However, after coming back to a mature decision, I finally chose to trust the young man, thanks to the one sentence he had said.

Now we're very far away, somewhere he lives. But I will never forget it.

I always hope and hope. The years of the future continue to move relentlessly.

Every day I walked towards that place; the first place we talked to each other.

Like this time, now I am again walking across half the busy road, moving closer to the bus stop.

I remember his face; the face of the young man. He sat there pensively on an empty stomach, and I gave him a dorayaki to please him.

Therefore, I believe.

In the future, when we meet again, my voice and that young man's voice our voice will surely echo adorning the sky again, far and away, achieving something we have never known, he said, as well as sharing the feelings that we had nurtured secretly without anyone noticing.

Really, if it really came true, even with very little possibility, I promised to tell her something she had asked me.

At that time he begged, but I refused to say it for a reason.

So it is about my story; the story of how I got the curse, and I will add one more sentence at the end of the story.

A simple sentence that has become reality.

It was all about her, someone who had once saved me from the predestined decision point.

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...Seriate...