RISING PRINCESS

One voice rises up from the chorus, catching Roman’s attention. “Yes, coming!” He skids to a halt beside them –  eyes catching on the wounded man’s leg, the blood pooling beneath. It’s a scene he’s slowly becoming used to; the very same he hopes to stop.

“Here, let me.” With deft, gentle hands he slides out the bandages, careful not to catch and tear. The whole thing’s precarious, but after a long moment he’s stopped the bleeding and wrapped the leg. “Ahh, that should do it for now.” He sighs, catches himself, and turns to the young girl. “Thank you for that.”

  Without a moment to spare, the man had attended to her call. He’s gentle, but quick. Together, they had cleaned and wrapped the wound to the best of their ability. Now, it was time for her to calm the patient down. With a gentle smile, she cleaned the sweat off the patient’s face, whispering words of comfort. “It’s best you rest for now. I will check up on you again once you wake.”

  At the sound of his thanks, Yona returned the man’s words with a small nod of acknowledgement. “No- thank you. I wouldn’t have been able to do it properly without your help. He’ll be in much better shape because of you.” As she wipes her hands with a wet cloth, she glances around the area- still filled with others rushing to take care of the injured. It must still be a battlefield out there.

  A flash of yellow zips past her; its path originating from the tree she was settled against. With eyes wide open, she watched as the tiny yellow creature made a bee-line for the girl as they closed the distance together. Quick on her own feet, she couldn’t help but follow to quell her own curiosity.

  “Oh! Is.. is that creature a friend of yours?” she asked inquisitively, staring at the young stranger in wonder. It definitely wasn’t the first time Yona has encountered a foreign creature around the city, but ever since her return she noticed that many of them were living among the population.

   “Don’t you think you have more than enough to spare?” 

  Yona had seen the guy walk past the frail man without even a passing glance just a minute ago, though was a little rude in his refusal. Many turn to dangerous acts in order to retrieve money. He was far too old to resort to that though. She would occasionally give out food, yet the lack of a job prevented her from doing anything more than that.

“Is it really? Can I be strong enough to keep everyone safe?”

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“But I can’t be cute. Being cute means I’m weak…”

  There were certain things about the cultural sector of the city that she loved. The mesh of other worlds introduced her to ideas and technology that she wouldn’t even believe. Today, she chose to spend her time visiting the various shrines which depicted foreign deities. She had no real reason to her miniature journey, but she was interested in what other universes revered as gods. 

  Many of the shrines were lacking of visitors, but this particular place seemed to have at least one sitting idly around the donation box. He had extraordinary white hair ( almost comparable to Kija ), though on top of his head sat... ears? Well, it definitely wasn’t the weirdest thing she had seen before. 

  Dark clouds littered the skies of the man-made city, accompanied by a light drizzle threatening to turn into a downpour at any moment. For Yona, it was weirdly nostalgic. It was raining during her very first arrival to this city. However, she never dreamed that she’d ever come back here. Memories of her experiences came back steadily, as if they were careful not to overwhelm her. When it came to navigating the city, it helped immensely. 

  Rushing along the sidewalk, she attempted to look among the various buildings for a moment of shelter. Up ahead, she spotted a figure underneath the overhead of an establishment. He sported a look she only imagined in fairy tales. A horn upon his forehead, pipe in hand and clothing akin to her own. Normally she would take caution, but he didn’t seem to be dangerous. Plus, she’s learned from the first few times that otherworldly appearances were never the deciding factor of one’s true personality.

  “Excuse me! I don’t mean to intrude in on your spot, but could you assist me?”