Prologue (The Past A Dream)
I was always a morning person. Waking up at the crack of dawn and watching the sunrise became a habit I depended on. The familiar wave of calm and relaxation was always just as refreshing as the cool morning air.
My last morning was the same as any. I woke up early, jogged up my usual hill, exhaling with quick bursts, and watched the sun’s bright colors bloom across the expanse of the sky.
Afterwards, I ran back home, changed into my usual cute and comfy type of outfit, ate the perfect homemade breakfast - courtesy of my parents - and got ready for the upcoming, supposedly normal day.
I didn’t know how different my life would be in years to come. I thought it would always be the same, the normal expected for everyone; going through the Test of Rank, joining society as a full-fledged adult. A regular girl who grows into a woman and makes a little life for herself with her husband and children.
But I had just been a clueless little child.
I thought that the world was a happy place. That the world's problems were small and easily fixable. I never could have imagined how big and inescapable they had actually grown.
Sometimes I missed being that clueless girl. Not having a care in the world, not worrying about this and that, and not having to bear all this stress and pain on my shoulders. I often yearned for that oblivion. I wanted to go back to the good old days when I could be happy, could be me. But I knew that would never happen.
I have learned so much. Created so many memories, both good and bad. But my life would never be that same kind of normal again. No matter how much I wished it would.
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