Two thousand five hundred years ago a king, said to be the son of the heavenly goddess, conquers the long-divided nation that thrives under the king's leadership. When the king dies a people of the west takes the lead but the country is divided and is formed the new dynasty, that of the Swhalla.The story I am about to tell is set in the three hundred and fourteenth year of Kozak, in a world where from birth each one has a different symbol on his chest, and the only identical Symbol is that of one's soul mate, the same Symbol is always found among the same social classes and therefore a citizen will never have the same Symbol as a noble, and helps to find the soul of one's soul mate, the same Symbol is always found among the same social classes and therefore a citizen will never have the same Symbol as a noble, and it helps the finding of a soul mate, the church.

Upon reaching the age of majority which is sixteen, if you have already found your soul mate, you get married. People with the same Symbol are no more than five years apart.

In this story the units of measure and years are different, but for the measures the real number will be indicated in brackets.

I hope you enjoy this story even if it is the first one I write

But now let's forget the details and let yourself be carried away by this beautiful story. (Sorry if the English is not correct, I am not mother tongue).

Hi, my name is Sibilla and I am 22 years old, I live in a cottage in the south-east part of the capital but I have only been here for 4 years.

I was born in the Asphodel family, and for some reason I was born without the Symbol, so I was considered the daughter of the devil and my situation got worse when my mother died weakened from childbirth; at that point my father started drinking and beating me, luckily there was my brother, two years older than me, who defended me however sometimes dad beat him too.

At the age of 4 he kicked me out of the house and I lived in the midst of nature until the age of 7, when two innkeepers decided to take me with them as their servant to exploit, when I had 15 years old they told me that when I reached the age of majority, that is 16 years old, they would sell me or use me for sexual purposes, so I decided to run away but only succeeded at 17,and in that year more things happened, for another year I lived in the forest, on the other hand this country is famous for wood in large quantities and therefore I had places to hide.

Eventually I found this old cottage, which was inhabited by an old lady whom I helped to sleep in her house. Unfortunately the old woman died three months later and she left me home, and, I don't know why, the morning after his death my Symbol appeared; anyway I decided to stay in the cottage, and even if it's a bit hard to go on, I like to live here, where I discovered my great passion: painting, and it was it who helped to meet my soul mate.

"Son, go to town without being recognizable and tell me what is the public opinion on the government of my kingdom "

"All right, His Highness" and so saying the prince took his leave, put on a shabby cloak, and went out into the city. When he passed through the market he saw a beautiful girl's brown hair and, for some reason, he approached her, who, however, not seeing him, bumped into his firm chest, making her fall the apples; the girl bent down to pick her apples and he knelt to help her and offered to take her home, the girl was not very sure at first, but since she had nothing to lose she agreed with a smile.

"What is your name?" asked the girl on the way back, "Glen" he replied, "and you" "Sibilla", she introduced herself, "you often go to the market" Glen asked, "No, I go there about once a week", "why? you can't afford a lot of food?" "No, it's just that I have a vegetable garden, so I only go to the market for the fruit " "What do you think of the prices? Do you think the king has raised them too much?" Glen asked for the search for him requested by his father, "Well, they're taller than they used to be but for me they're not very annoying,however, in my opinion there is not much to worry about the price increase that the king ordered, I am more worried about the situation of the slums which has worsened because of him, every now and then we see some mother or some dying child on the side of the road, and besides. its commercial policy is destroying many trees, causing terrible damage to the ecosystem " "so I would say that you don't like his way of governing" the prince asked hesitantly"Well it has its downsides, but... oh we're here, thank you for accompanying me "Glen wished that the road would continue forever so that she would finish talking about the king and could get to know her better, but fate this time, and he had to give it up, so he turned to see where Sibilla lived and noticed that she lived in a small cottage, with a small garden next to it and that her house looked old and run down; which the girl seemed not to care about, due to the ease with which she invited him to enter, so she followed her and entered inside her her sight of her was immediately occupied by the thousand canvases scattered throughout the house, most of the paintings were painted in tempera and, apart from a few portraits, all depicted a natural landscape or some animal and they were all spectacular, so much so that they were dazzled, so the prince asked: "who made these paintings? They are beautiful" Siblla's eyes lit up, she smiled and said "thanks, I made them" Glen was incredulous as if he had just seen a donkey fly, then he got an idea and told her "Could you paint me a portrait? "the girl was surprised by his request but still said" okay, tell me the day and the place and I'll come to you "he wanted to tell her to do it right away, but realizing that it was now evening, he put the idea aside and told her that he would send her a message with the date and place written, and left, but failed to divert, all the way to the castle, the face of the girl he had just known from his mind.