"Come on Zara it's your turn up next", Emilia screamed from a distance, waving both her hands towards me. "Coming" I replied back. I picked up my sword, which had been lying on the grass for quite some time. Tied it around my armoured waist, and set off in the direction of the school arena.

Thomas who was the next to fight me was already waiting for me there. I gave out a sigh and touched my sword, just making sure it was tied firmly around my waist. "So our champ has already decided to win", an intimate voice said from behind. I was quiet familiar with that voice. It was Jacob. Though he was not a sword artist or he was a fan of this so called sport, always comes to cheer me up and wish me luck. I peeped behind him to look at Cordelia and her jealous face. The fun to look at her vexation whenever Jacob comes near me is a whole lot different and funnier that winning the broch of the world sword art competition. "Looks like the campus belle Cordelia is all fired up today too huh?", Emilia satirised Cordelia. The final call bell was rung, I hurried to the arena.

Thomas slowly murmured to me, "Hey, Zara you always win the broch in sword art. You are the most victorious artist in Claive-o-rona. How about letting me win this time, and I promise you a whole premium meal at my dad's restaurant." he magnified. As expected from this jerk-moron. Always bribing others. But I was moderately wealthy enough to buy that meal myself. I let out a sigh once again. And confidently spoke up, "If you defeat me this time, I'll let you have all my salary of this month that I get from my part time." His faced strained. "Clash them" screamed the judge, "Let the final round begin". As soon as I heard those words, I pounced over Thomas, though I knew I would win even if I put in my minimum efforts, I did not want to take any chances as that salary was going to be put in grand dad's medicines. The fight did not even last a couple minutes. "And it's done, Zara Elliot takes home the golden broch home this time as well. This makes Zara's seven consecutive wins in the this year's opening competitions" The person over mic notified. Has it already been my seventh win? I was not sure of that, cause every year it’s the same. I would in the first place and Thomas second. It was no fun. Emilia however would never get tired of watching me fight. "Well done my dear" she exulted throwing both her arms around me. So childish, it would be difficult or maybe impossible for someone to believe this swaggered baby was actually repeating her grade the second time. And is actually 2 years elder to me. All thanks to her dad and mom's underpin to this high school that she could repeat twice. I patted her small head and gave her the sign to let go off me.

It was such a sunny day that my throat dried up like a dessert. "Emilia please take my broch and this certificate back to my desk, I have left my bottle under the tree where I was resting earlier. Wait for me in the class room." I said. Handed her over my stuff and then I paced towards the tree. I was so thirsty that I could faint any moment. I increased my speed, my hydrated self-did know that my bottle was already empty, and that was a real annoyance. However I approached my bottle finally. As I got nearer to the bottle I noticed that it wasn't in the place I had left it before. My brain was in no mood to think any further, picked up bottle from its misplaced position. The real doubt was when I felt that it bottle had something in it. This was really peculiar. My human brain could make some mistakes too, I thought. I open the lead of my minute bottle, and sniffed what was inside. It felt like normal water, no smell, no colour, and maybe no taste. My hydrated tongue was seeking me to just drink it up. As I would faint any moment if I did not get any hydration.

Carelessly I drunk all remaining water because of my thirst. Wait!! The water is sweet. My face brood after I had done this dreadful deed. I looked up and down my body just to make sure I was in my normal state. My first suspect was Cordelia, cause if it is to cut someone's hair or persecutor one it was not a big deal to her. And yes not to mention that I was her worst enemy. But she wouldn't do something as to poison someone, would she?

I just quit these wired thoughts of mine. And rushed to the class room.

I ran up the stairs and on the corridors, it felt really normal, no feel of out of sorts or anything. When I arrived at the door of my classroom. I looked up towards the board that said '2-C' liked it had always been for the past couple months. Then I had a final look at myself, I was all healthy.

"Awe it's our champion!!!!!!! Come in, come in. What are you waiting for outside." a familiar voice squealed from inside. It was Emilia again I could tell that blind folded. Once more she threw her whole self on me, " Ah did you suddenly get heavy?" But if I could take her weight without tripping over, I could declared out loud. I am all 'fine'. I gave a hearty smile to her.

Cordelia, was right at the back with a number boys from class '2-A' and '2-B' surrounding her. Not at all a surprise for either of us. But she could not take her big eyes off Jacob our high school's 'Prince'. She has had a long unrequited love for him, right from middle school. And she scored a whole 95% to get in Claive High School same as Jacob. Good job. Jacob came stood up from his all crowded place, requested the girls who were abutting him, who knows for how long. He came up to me and said with him bright shining; forever handsome, "You fought really well today, Congratulations on your seventh win. I am sure if Mr. and Mrs. Elliot were here, they would be really proud of their pretty and strong girl." I blushed like a tomato, such a handsome boy coming up to me and congratulating me. Moreover he called me pretty. It felt so contenting. Though I did not have any feelings for him in particular, he still is my secret crush. I stumbled while saying, "Ah-Ah, T-thank you Jacob. I too wanted mom and dad to see me win and be victorious" I backed up to my desk, because if one more second in front of his handsome face and I would die.

Emilia had already brought in my broch and certificate, and placed it in the mesh under the table. Chewing gum, all sorts of information regarding sword art, a few broken pencils and a picture of mom, dad and grand mom, the people who left me and granddad alone fifteen years ago.

"Yeah, finally its over for today." Emilia who dozed off in middle of the last lecture said. She got up like a corpse. "Hope you did not dream of Mrs. Adam in your dream." I mocked at the sleepy lad. "Come on Zara I would never dream of a teacher, and that to not of a physics one." she continued.

Happily and joyfully Emilia and I felt the campus. I was so tired after that 3 hour competition that I wished to straight do to bed and sleep like bear. But work is important. "Emilia, Goodbye I'll be straight going to work now." I bid Emilia at the fork where will usual take on different directions. Emilia straight goes to her home, and I go to the library. " Bye Zara we'll meet tomorrow at school." she said with that every happy and smiling face," And yes Congratulations again for this seventh win" This was the fiftieth time she said that.

I waved at her as she set off. I rushed to the library as I did not want to be late. The narrow street, the same blueish street lamps, and the same noodle shops that fled by seemed so new to me. Even though I had watched past them all the sixteen years of my life. It felt as I were reborn. I rested my chin on my fingers. The only suspect for this unusual feeling was that strange sweet water. I bowed my head low as I walked towards the backdoor of the library. I was still stuffed with my own weird thoughts about the strange sweet water.

"Hey dream girl, you'll bump your head on the door." a very familiar voice said from behind. At the same time I felt someone place his hands gently on my head. I knew it was Jacob, but yet I turned behind pretending to not know the voice and the touch. Just as I guessed, it was Jacob. "Oh it's you" I lied. "What were you thinking of, You almost hit the door." I did not that I was so close to the door. "Come on. Let's go." Buy saying that he stepped inside the library.

I placed my hand on my head, where he patted me. His warmth did not vanished. Was I falling for him? No way. That's not possible. "Hey there miss Elliot, why are you all iced up there." Another manly voice said from inside the library. "Oh Mr. Gibbs, please excuse my tiredness. I'll go get changed." I apologised to the Gray figure standing in front of me holding a support stick in this hand. He was the manager of the library and also a good friend of my granddad; More like a former drinking partner. But that was in the very past. Granddad stopped drinking after my parents and grand mom passed away. He took more care of me and loved me as 'daughter' not 'granddaughter'.

Yes but he still has a hard time controlling the new phone I bought him on his birthday last year, he still continues to call it possessed by some spirit.

I had a slit smile on my face remembering those incidents of him being scared of the phone. I looked up and at the whole new pile of books that had to mended properly. They were kept at the very corner of the reading room. I took a random book with a blue and red cover having brown pages from the sides. Looked like a very old book. I turned it over to read the title; 'The forgotten Balgamore god'.

"Huh? People actually read books as such. And that to Balgamore." I murmured with a soft chuckle so as to not disturb anyone in the library. "You might not believe it, but this world right now is attached with another shore." someone said from behind. I swiftly turned back to see who it was. "Oh Mr. Gibbs it's you again. Please stop giving me sudden attacks as such." I grumbled.

" Sorry kid, but you are the one who gets scared. Not my fault." he replied back with his eyebrow pinched up. "Oh is that so. Then……… how about this weekend I take granddad out on a meal. You can miss one of those elderly talks of yours right?" I guffawed. I knew Mr. Gibbs from a very long time. He was my granddad's only friend and the same way for Mr. Gibbs- the only friend. " Oh dear you don't need to do that. I will just go to the account desk." he gave a faked smile and turned around to leave. " Um-m Mr. Gibbs" I stopped him. " About what you said earlier…. About our world being connected to another shore. You were kidding right. Like there is no such way that it could happen right? And…"

" I wasn't lying kid. Our world is connected with the shore of Griselda." he interrupted. " Gri- what?!" I stumbled. " Well it's not the time for you to know yet." he departed by saying.

I was so confused. A bit more of annoyed. Balgamore, Grise- whatever that was. Aren't they just myths. " Hey miss Librarian when are you going to get the book for mending upstairs?" another voice attacked me from behind. I turned back once again to confront the person to not peek from behind. "Oh-h it's you Jacob." My anger suddenly seemed to vanish as soon as I saw his cute face.

" Dear my, so many books. It seems as if people read less and play with them more " he too was astound to see the million number of books. "Let me take them up for you" he took a huge amount of books in his arms. " Jacob, wait, you don't have too. I can lift them" I rushed behind him. "It's alright Zara." He was about to take the first step up. And " AHHHH!!!!" I knew it. He stumbled on the first step itself. I quickly apologised to the people in the library for the sudden noise.

" I already told you. Let me carry them. I am stronger than you. You know right?" I helped him up. Yes, it’s is true, I am a sword artist, I of course am more stronger than him. "Yeah, you should care them instead. I keep on forgetting about my weak body." he mocked himself. "Let's go upstairs first and then talk. Before that old man comes back screeching" I informed him.

We hurried to the Mending Room upstairs. I divided the huge pile of books into two halves; one for Jacob and the other for me. " I am totally worthless as a man aren't I" he suddenly said out of the blue. "What are you talking about Jac?" I questioned him. "I cannot help you pick up those heavy books every day, because of my weak body and stamina " he apologised. Why was he apologising. I should be the one doing that. He has been helping in my part time right from the time I got here. " Jacob please don't say that. You make me feel so burdened." I said.

We had a small friendly chat. When I am with him I feel like I am in a fairy tale, or a story. Out of this small world. We don't have to talk each and every day, but when we do, it feels as if we never stopped talking. Out of my senses, I did not know that I had been staring at him from a very long time. "Come on Zara, please don't stare at me like that. You make me all fluttered with does caramel eyes of yours." he hesitated. Caramel Eyes!! I never knew he had been paying so much attention towards me. People; even Emilia misconstrue my Caramel eyes for brown. Granddad too. Before the silence grew any more awkward, Jacob broke it. "Isn't it our pay day, the day after tomorrow?" "Umm-m Yep it is." I assured him. "Then I'll give you the money that day itself." he continued. Coming back to my senses. I quicky denied him," Jacob, you don't have to do that. I know we are good friends that is why you want to help me, but it will only bundle me with more and more debts." When Jacob came to know about my parents death and my Granddad's heart illness, without resisting an inch, he volunteered to join me in my part time at the library. "You call my friendly favours 'Debts', Zara! I help you because I admire you, I respect how you work all day in and night. This is the least I can do for my role model." he stated. I wasn't exactly expecting these words. "Um Role model." I blushed as red as a tomato. He turned his head towards the window, as if he was embarrassed. I could see his ears go red. "Yeah, the first time I saw you in the arena fighting does strong boys. Wielding the heavy sword so skilfully, I could not take my eyes off you. I had only seen wonder woman do that. I applaud you Zara. Taking care of your granddad. Staying stabilized in your studies. How can you do such stuff so easily?"

I was stunned by those compliments! I couldn't stand it. The person whom I was falling for, thinks so greatly of me. "I am glad you think of me that way, Jac." Searching for the right complimentary words was difficult, I expressed in the least. The silence grew deeper but somehow I managed to not stumble and make a mess. "Fusf!! Finally we mended them all." I sighed as we both put our last glance for the million books we had just mended. "Yeah! It was quite an overblown day today." He said as he wiped-off the sweat from his forehead. We both nodded so as to move to the changing room. Jacob left the room first, as I had to pack all the remaining stuff. I placed all the pens on the main desk properly. Dumped all the waste paper in the scrape. Mr. Gibbs was a very stern person when it comes to discipline and neatness.

I had a final look at the room, it looked unused and clean again. "Zara are you done. Need any help." A voice said from behind. I flipped over to see who it was; Jacob. "Ohh Jacob. Yes I am done. I'll just go to the changing room and change into my uniform real quick." I responded. "Well then I'll be leaving early today. Mom just texted to come home." he pleased with his head in the phone. "Alright then, you can go on without me." I replied. With waved at each other.

I turned back to the table which I had just finished cleaning. My broch that I won in today's competition was on it. I placed it on the table all the time so that Jacob would complement me. I sighed. Maybe I need to work on showing myself off more. " What are you sighing for kid?" A manly voice said from behind. I recognised the person immediately. "It's nothing Mr. Gibbs. Just repenting on my failed plan of today's." I answered with my face still turned towards the table. "You like Jacob don't you?" he revealed without hesitation. I came back to senses with a jerk. It was no use hiding it from the old man. "Y-Yes I do." I opened up.

"I'll just say it in a few words. He's not the one for you." My eyes widened. "W-Hy do you say so. Don't you think we are quite compatible." I denied. "The one for you has not appeared yet. Wait for a few more days. The time has neared." he said in a spiritual way. I knew he was joking or making fun of me. But him eyes seemed to be battering something. "Let's see them Mr. Gibbs, if fate has someone else planned for me. Then I'll truly abide by it." I said "But I don't plan to give up on Jacob either."

He gave no reply but a small smirk in acknowledgement to my challenge. I moved towards the changing room. Made straight way to where my bag was placed. In astonishment there was a small white paper kept on it with folds. I wondered who it was. And such a mysterious way to convey a message. I grabbed the paper and open it. The handwriting seemed to be very familiar. It read;

'Zara, sorry if I am late to say this. But……….. CONGRATULATIONS on winning the seventh Opening Competition. You were astounding. Really soo manly. I admire you.

Jacob'

I held that paper in my hand for a few seconds and then murmured, "Not the right one for me you say, Mr. Gibbs." I had one more log to build up the ladder. Mr. Gibbs surely is wrong. And also a bit uncanny. About the things he said earlier, the shores being connected, Balgamore, and what Gri-G-. Whatever, old people should really join forces with the modern world.

I packed my stuff up. Had one last look at the room, where I got my first slot high on Jacob. The room was empty, It was only me and Jacob who worked here. I smiled at the room out of conciseness. My screwed up blue uniform looked normal for the first time. Must be Emilia who pressed it straight after I left to search my bottle after the competition. Suddenly I got a blue shock. The strange sweet water. I cannot lose sight of that matter easily.

I locked the door and headed towards the front desk. Mr. Gibbs was waiting to receive the keys. But he held a newspaper pamphlet in his hand. "Here, Mr. Gibbs, the room keys." I placed the keys on the desk and was about to leave the library. When, "Zara, Zara, hold up." He screamed from behind. Rushing towards me with that pamphlet in his hand, he said," Look Zara, there is a small outing in the city for the seniors. Please let Will tag alone with me."

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Granddad was in good health past few days, he doesn't faint that easily, but yet I cannot let him out of my site with this canny old man. I looked up too deny him but, he was with his cute grandpa tear drop in his eyes. So cute. I cannot resist when granddad does that to me too. "Fine I'll let him go. But I have two conditions to mentions." I demanded with my gloomy aura out. "Yes yes name it child." He nodded.

"I'll go straight . No drinking. No staying out of Mrs. Gibbs' site. That's it"

"B-but drin--"

" If there are any contradictions." I stated " Then I'll be coming too."

"No need for you to tag alone. No drinking, no lurking around alone." He guaranteed. "That's good" I remarked. "Tomorrow before leaving for school, I'll drop Granddad at your place, Mr. Gibbs."

"Yes. That'll do. And please call me grandpa Gibbs, dear. Even your mom called me that, though I was an adult then." He said. "Yes. Grandpa Gibbs." I smiled.

I waved at him as I departed. Now I have one more family member; Grandpa Gibbs. I walked down those same old lanes. Those small emporiums. I neared the small kids garden. The clock ticked 7:00pm. The street lights were standing all alone. And at a distance lied Shikido Hill; which were supposed to be haunted. But those were just one of the old fabrications.

I saw my home which was at a distance . A small red roofed house, with two floors and a small backyard. I stood parallel to the gates. Opened my bag and took out the broch from today's competition. I wanted to surprise Granddad.

Opened the door with the keys I had with him. As soon as the doors opened, a loud sound pushed me back.

I sighed, granddad was watching one of those old clips of mom fighting, when she was a sword artist in her High School. I placed my shoes on the rack. "Granddad!!!" I screamed, "I am back!!"

"Oh my little princess is back." His voice neared. "Show me you broch." He demanded. " Huh? How did you know I won." I questioned utterly bewildered. I stepped in right now, and he knew I won. "Oh my dear Zara. How would I not know? You are just like your mother. Whenever she walked through that door, she always had a win in her hands." he said smiling with his wrinkled face.

I hugged him tight. Placed the broch with the many prices I had won on the glass shelf. Beside the shelf was a picture of mom and dad. I smiled widely to them and whispered, "I have made you proud, haven't?"

I went straight up the stairs to my room. The same old room, mom and dad had manually decorated for me. The same black cherry tree with shaded blossoms on the walls. I threw my bag on the bed. I was damn tired from today's competition. My hands and legs were iced up, as if I would fall any moment. I had a quick evening bath. And wore my red pyjamas and white full sleeved top; one of the many gifts I had received from Emilia.

"Zara, come down quick! The dinner's getting cold." I heard Granddad scream from downstairs. The dining table was filled with my favourite dishes. "Wow Grandad. What's this feast for?" I hesitantly asked. "Because my princess has won today." He answered. Though he answered in short, I knew the whole page behind those words.

We had our dinner peacefully. I even told granddad about the trip Mr. Gibbs was talking about, and clearly mentioned the conditions to him as well. It was a trip for just a few days, but to me it felt like few years. I'll be felt alone yet again. When I am alone I think. When I think I remember. When I remember I feel pain, the pain of losing my parents, the pain of faking a smile. And when I feel pain; I cry. But I like to pretend that I'm 'Okay', Because I don't want to annoy anyone with my problems.

But for Granddad's sake I can let go of these feelings and fake a smile once for.

"Good Night, Zara."

"Night!!!" I smiled towards him as I headed towards my bedroom. I lay straight on my bed. Looking up at the stars that I could see from the window beside me, I felt mom's warm touch. She always told me that, ' If you ever feel lonely, just look at the starry sky. Someone, somewhere, is looking right at it too.'

"Good night, mom, dad." I murmured.

(There will be images in the novel from chapter three onwards)

The sunrays shone high up in the clouds. I peeked at the beautiful sky, with the corner of my eyes. The clouds had made different patterns in the sky. It was with no doubt; A beautiful morning.

"Zara, are you awake. Come down girl. I cannot find my spectacles." Granddad screamed. I smirked, because I knew they were definitely on his head. I rolled over my bed once more, relieved the frustrations of waking up early. Rushing down the stairs, I said, "Granddad, you sure they are not on you head?"

"Oh mine, yes they are. How did you---" He paused as he looked at me. "What's the matter, Granddad?" I questioned. He was looking at me in a very strange way. I was totally baffled. "What's the matter?" I repeated myself.

"When did you get blue lens. I did not know you liked blue eyes." He elucidated. "Blue eyes!! What are you saying?" I exclaimed. How could I suddenly have blue eyes. Not like, I bought lens. I went up the stairs to my room. Granddad was right. I looked at myself in the mirror. I did have blue eyes. At this state, I only thought of being in a dream. I neared the mirror. Even tried touching my pupils, to make sure if they weren't lenes. What is this?

Let me have a bath. I thought. Maybe I am still dreaming. I took of my white full sleeved top. I had another thing to worry about. There was something imprinted on my skin above the collar bone. It was like an emblem. A ***** sword, with a red cloth wrapped around it, and white feather in the background. Not bigger than the size of a broch. What is this! My head was spinning wildly. I tried scrubbing it out with a brush. It wouldn't disappear no matter what I did to it. I could feel that emblem-like print near my neck. It felt as if it was inserted in my skin, more of a tiny-flexible metal.

What was happening to me. First my pupils turning blue, and now this. I couldn't freak out less. The question was, what was I going to answer the people who ask me about this strange changes. The 'thing' on my neck would easily be covered up with my clothes. What about these eyes?

My head was pack of weird thoughts. Couldn't stop thinking. I was shocked, a lot more scared. What to do now? What has happened to me?

The only thing that could be done now was to lie. Lie to everyone around, lie to myself that I am alright. I hurriedly wore my uniform. Pulled over a colossal jacket, and headed outside my enclosure.

Granddad was waiting for me besides the gate. "Zara? Are you still going to wear those blue lens?" He asked, not having a clue of the present sitch. "Y-yes! I quite like these." I answered with every word cut in halves. "You look more like your mother now." he said. "Do I?" I questioned. He only gave a smile. There was no way it could be true, mom was way more beautiful than me, she had blue eyes, with curvy coal black hair. I had genes more of my father. I resembled him in looks. Red-brown hair, caramel eyes; which were always mistaken for brown.

As we walked down the streets, I noticed eyes looking at me from all directions. I should have known such circumstances would arise. All that could be done was ignore them. They were all our neighbours who wouldn't stop talking bad about me and my mom for some reason. "Isn't that the Zara girl. I heard a rich boy has been helping her with money." A passer-by whispered to her friend. "She is the one whose parents died in a car accident. How pitiable." Another murmured. "I heard her father was from a very poor background." One more claimed. "Why is she wearing lens, to show off?" "Her mother was one too." They went on and on. Making stuffs about my parents and spitting my dark history. Those words were not new to me. I grew up with this profanity. To be honest, words cut deeper than a knife; because A knife once stabbed can be pulled out, easing the pain, but an offensive-destructive word is embedded in the soul

I pulled over the hoody of my jacket. Just to escape the vicious environment. It had not been three complete seconds I had my face covered. Granddad slipped the hoody from my head saying, "The one who notice the storm in your eyes, the silence in your voice and the heaviness in your heart, are the ones you need to list in your story. The rest can be considered trash."

Wow granddad you rock. His words were so pure and strong leaving me speechless. I now suddenly felt cold-hearted in a warm way. I just have to fight these battles without a sword and an arena. I bid Granddad a goodbye as he climbed Mr. Gibbs' car. The car vanished in a few minutes.

Now all that was left to be done was to reach school in three minutes. "I can make it!! Sure can!!!!" I mocked, as there was no way it was happening.

I ran as fast as my long legs could. No time to even stop to catch my breath. I saw the cross road nearing me. Please let there be a red light.

I looked up the traffic signal in all hopes for a red colour, but fate can sometimes be wicked. It was green. I am doomed. No way was I reaching school in time. I waited a few seconds, then saw a small boy in the middle of the road. About the length from the ground to my waist. Wait!! What is he doing in the middle of the road. I turned left to see a big truck nearing in his way. It was honking loud as to blast my ear drums. I screamed, "Hey kid!! Move from there." But he did not seem to listen at all. I rushed in front of truck hoping to save the both of us. Not knowing why. The truck neared, I had no option left, but just push the boy outside. I was hit by the truck, sent flying. Rolling down I could see stars, my vision all blur. My head started bleeding, and paining in an awful way. Even if I die, I am happy I saved that young life, but I don't want to die so soon. Lying unconscious on the road. Screams went up from all sides, I could hear an ambulance alarm. Maybe I'll die. All I could sense was pain and pain. Help me!! I can't take it anymore.

I dreamt of a young man with brown hair running towards me saying that, I still was not perfect. I could only consider myself dead, but I wasn't!!

My eyes opened, to see a blood saline attached at the side. It was a hospital room, quite a lavish one though. "She's awake!!" screamed an unfamiliar figure whom I did not notice sitting beside me. The doctors came in all worried. They checked me.

"How are you feeling, dear?" one of them asked. I could only reply one phrase, "I hope I am still alive." All the people in the ward smiled at my hilarious reply. But the thruth was I was in a wrll of pain. The woman beside me kneeled by my side, grabbing both of my hands, tears rolled down her cheeks. I could feel her trembling. "Thank you so very much for saving my son." "Son?" I questioned. "Yes the boy whom you saved yesterday from being hit by the truck." another man said," He is our son, James."

"Yesterday?!" I exclaimed. Has it been a day already. "You were in a coma when they brought you here and were bleeding badly. There were no hopes for you to survive, but it’s a miracle for you to be alive. And only end up with a major bruise on your forehead " the doctor said. "Yes I feel God still wants me to be alive." I replied. I was super tired, and in terrible pain even after waking up a day later. Hands and legs numb. Wondering how did I survive the accident.

Suddenly a small boy gust in, wearing a small cap to fit his tiny head. He was cute. I recognised him immediately. he was the one I saved. "Hello sister!!" He greeted me. "How are you feeling. I am sorry you got injured because of me. I am sorry." "It's my pleasure James. But tell me what were you doing in the middle of the road. And plus you did not even hear the honking of that truck." I questioned him. Instead of replying me back, he looked at his mother. "H-He is deaf. He cannot hear anything." She said. That instance those words hit me at my soft spot. Such a cutie; but; Deaf! I could not help but cry. Hot tears rolled my cheeks. "Sister why are you crying, it's my fault for running on the roads. " he climbed up my bed to comfort me.

"You are a brave boy. I am sure there is a lot of adventure waiting for you."

His mother translated what I said.

"Really sister? You think so?" "Ah ha!"

We quickly had a small discussion as to when I can leave the hospital. I did not want to stay here for more than three days, because Granddad would definitely suffer a stroke if he heard I got into an accident. "Dear what is your name, you look very familiar?" the mother asked me, after all the men had left the room, to give me some space. James had stayed back.

"Zara, Zara Elliot."

"Wait, Elliot!! You mean you are Isabella Elliot's daughter?! The top sword artist of Claive-o-Rona."

When she said that, I was shocked, more proud. I never knew mom and I were so famous. "Yes. I am!" I replied with my chin held high.

"I was a great fan of your mother. She was so flawless. She destructed the arena whenever she fought. But it's was sad to hear about her death, fifteen years ago." She said with a dull face. Indeed mom was incredible. She would be so glad to hear this if she were alive.

"But doesn't Zara have brown eyes. Why are they so blue now?" she asked. I quickly remembered about the changes that happened on the day before . The crest on my neck, the eye colour change. A gush of images past my memory chip. I had to come up with some excuse to deal with it. "That, I-I actually. I actually have blue eyes, but not many people in our region have them, so I thought of wearing lens. Yes that's it." I lied. What a wonderful lie! I am doomed. What was I going to do when my eye colour returned to normal. Crap!!

"Is that so? But I must say, your eyes are really pretty. They are just like patterns waves on the ocean. Really beautiful. Just like Isabella's "

"Thank you so much. I appreciate it. " I wonder if the doctors had seen the crest on my neck while the operation. But I could come up with a lame excuse for that too. Mocked at myself.

Three days pasted by really quick. On the third day James' mother came to me and told me that I should be get ready to go. The saline on my hand was removed, and except for the bandages on my head. I was still wondering how did I survive that accident. As I was putting on my normal clothes in the bathroom, I heard a big thud in the room outside. I was puzzled, no one would make that loud noise in a patient's ward. I peeked from the corner of my eye without making any sound. What I saw outside was a total bummer. Two girls- or to be more specific two beautiful girls were standing outside as though searching for something. They were dressed in beautiful royal dresses. I did not notice that the door I held on to was opening wide open with my pressure on it; they saw me.

"So you were the one who survived the accident that day, weren't you?" one of them asked rather in a pitchy tone. "Y-yes. But what does that have to do with you?" I as usual showing off my cold side to strangers replied. "What does that have to do with us you ask!" The other who was quite all the time finally questioned. "Quite, Catharine. I'll deal with this myself." Deal with 'This' what a rude way of speaking.

"I'll go straight to the point; Why did you drink the 'Potion'? Who told you about that potion, human." Potion!? What potion is she speaking about? And human? Is she a God then?

"What potion are you talking about? And quit that rude accent of yours, will you?"

"What potion? That potion you stole from me on the day of that school competition."

"I did not steal anything. And what potion. Please tell me so we can avoid this inconvenience.''

The arrogant ladies calmed down and took a sit on my bed. Just as she was about spout some hefty words at me, I could hear a few nurses and staff members coming towards this ward. I counselled them to leave and then have a chat later. Surprisingly they agreed and left from the window.

The staff entered the room, and started panicking about the loud noise. I lied saying, that I dropped something out of weakness.

"You should be careful, Zara. Your still injured. Remember not to bump your head somewhere. And be careful your eye is still covered because of the bandages." one of them warned me. Coming towards the bandages they almost covered my left eye. And which I found extremely annoying. I could only see through one eye, and half of my face was covered. The pain was going beyond my limits.

But, my only prayer to god, "Please, let granddad stay over for a postponed of two weeks." I knew for sure he would suffer a stroke.

I walked out of the hospital doors, Mrs. and Mr. Smith completed all the paper work and even paid all the handsome amount of hospital fees. I was given all the medicines, and the necessary precautions.

  The day was really confussing, and I couldn't find any answers to what was happening, lest could I trouble my injured head. Leaving the hospital and final wave to my saviers (causers of the mess), james and his parents.

  I left for my home, to have some rest.