Chapter 1: The Start of Sealing Racist

Chapter 1: The Start Of Sealing Racist

Third Person's Point of View.

A girl could be seen in the bedroom. She has this elf ears. It is a sharp, but it's a beautiful creation.

Her face is too shimmering that taking a glance of it can strike your eyes with eternal astonishing sight

She is sitting in her bed, thinking of how beautiful her face is and how gloomy her life is.

She grew up in the kingdom of elf, and she is part of the royal family. Growing as a royal, she beseeches for peace.

But the more she did everything for peace, the more gossips about her, she could heard whenever she round herself over and over.

She has a beautiful face and the gloomy life she has isn't suits to her. Pitiful creature.

“Nieves!” Her mother called her.

She stood up, fixing herself. Pretending that she's peacefully combing wherein fact she was mess up and wreck upon thinking of everything that could affect her.

Her mother opened the door and welcome herself in the room of her. Her piercing expression extracted into a fake smile, yet her mother can't point it out that her life is such a mess-up.

“Good morning mom! I am combing my hair as I should,” she lied.

“Good morning sweetie. Glad to hear that. I am happy, and your heart should always be filled with jewel,” her mom sweetly said.

She didn't respond. The truth is her heart shaped as a molded soil and her heart is a deformed kingdom.

A maiden then appears out of nowhere. A friend of her mother.

“Hello dear and hello my lovely mademoiselle,” 'the maiden greeted.

Nieves looked at her and smiled, “Good morning, auntie.”

The maiden gave her a wide smile, and she knows that the Maiden isn't planning of something, but her smile creeps her out, as if it was bestowed by such dark soul.

“Anyway, someone just invaded our town. Saying that he's going to sell something,” the Maiden has started to open up a topic.

“Oh? And what happened after that?” The mother of Nieves asked.

“Guess what? He's a dryad. She has a beautiful face. It's undeniable. However, I couldn't trust her words that's why,” she didn't finish her words.

Her mom created wondering expression, while Nieves could point out, even in the glance, of what they did.

“I asked our guardian to kill her, and they did. They even buried her,” she uttered, as if there is a fun of what she did.

Her mother also feels happiness, and she loathed it. Whenever someone will say that she's like her mother, she just wanted to choke herself.

She loathed her mother. She loathed everything in her environment. They are all such a wicked creation.

“Racist. Racist. Racist,” she thought of herself.

Little did she know, she wanted to shout what's her heart said, but she can't. Perhaps, she's scared?

Whatever it is, she really wanted to overcome it. She wanted to stop people on keeping from belittling other races.

She found this world a masterpiece, and that's why she wanted to create the tranquility of peace all around.

Many years had passed, and she witnesses more wickedness actions, and she can't take it anymore.

She planned to get away from her town. She wanted to run away from the cage of darkness that keeps on haunting her each day and each night.

She packed all the things that she should bring. She's in part of royalty, so there's no problem upon escaping.

She hated manipulating someone, but just this once, for herself, she did it.

Her clothes, bows, swords, and arrows. She brought it all. From this day afterwards, she decided to live by herself.

It's already bedtime and all of her siblings and her parents finally happily sleeping.

She envies all of them, for they didn't think of what they did. She holds the burden, as if she's the reason behind all of it.

She slowly walked out from the kingdom—walked out from his miserable self or life.

She had reached the gate. The guards are wondering of where she will go and what she brought.

“I asked my mom before I'll begin my journey,” she lied.

“What is it that you want, our princess? Do you need help or guardian?” The guard asked.

“No, I don't need anyone. I can handle myself. I just need you to allow me to go out,” she answered.

“But, our majesty. It's already late. Why wouldn't you go when the morning sun replaces the night moon?” The guard is wondering.

She hates lying, but she just did. She hates threatening, but she's going to do it.

“By the power of my mother. As a daughter of the queen of this kingdom, let me go, or I'll expel you from your work,” she angrily said.

The Guards split and made a way for her. She feels sorry for the guard, for she had threatened her.

She walks faster, and the guards weren't looking at her. She looked back at the kingdom.

Whispering to the wind saying, “I will create a kingdom where racist is a sin and where peace is prioritized.”

That's when the starting to seal the word Racist started. That's when the offspring of the world's peace dream has born.

He saw her mother together with the knights. She could have foreseen the worrying and panicking expression of her mom.

She ran faster before they could even start searching for her existence and presence.

“I loathe you, mom. This isn't what I want. I seek for peace and I will turn this world into upside down,” she said to herself.

With her tears keeps on falling to his cheeks, with his feet keeps on marching on the ground and her heart pumping, she hides herself.

The horses of the knight finally passed on where she's hiding. She heaved a sigh and began walking.

But then a powerful deity appears. She's shining and blighting. It wears such an intimidating aura because of her fierce expression.

Nieves felt horror. Thinking that she's going to die, but she didn't even feel a regret on her decision.

The deity speaks, “I won't kill you. You hold a beautiful heart. You didn't even regret.”

Still, the fear didn't come out. It didn't vanish. She was terrified by the aura of this Deity.

“But you provoke the one and only rule. Do not abandon your race,” she spoke.

And this time, Nieves has an idea of what she's going to receive, but as long as she keeps on living, she can still grant her dream.

“As the creator. A spirit of every race. I made a contract with everyone that they will be cursed if they'll abandon their comrades,” the Deity powerfully enlightened Nieves.

“If acquiring the peace of this world could be received by abandoning your comrades, I will shed my blood to do it,” a fear could still be foreseen, however, she strongly assumed.

“You have a brave soul, but I still need to curse you,” the Deity decided.

“As the ruler of this rule, I have now cursed you to become a dark elf and perceived as the dark witch by the people,” the Deity cursed.

The dark smokes surrounding Nieves. It feels like it consuming her soul. She shouted because of the pain it brought.

Slowly her appearances changes. Her blonde hair turned into ebony and somehow white hair.

Her skin that was white turned into some kind of violet, but gloomy color.

The pupil of her eyes turned into red.

After the process had done, she kneels because of tiredness and by that she was proclaimed as the dark elf.

“I hope you will grant your promises. I hope this curse of mine didn't shed darkness of your heart,” the Deity hoping.

She turned her back. Finally, will part its ways.

“But even so, I know that she will fill up the light of your heart,” the Deity's presence and spirit vanished with her smile.

Nieves is breathing heavily, and she wondered, “Who's is she referring?”

—

Nieves' Point of View.

I grabbed my mirror, only to see the reflection of mine. It is too dark and gloomy, but despite that, she still confident that she's beautiful as she is always.

I utter to myself, “It is better to have a gloomy face, but having a bright life, than having a shining appearance, yet cruel life.”

I looked at the back of me when I spotted a woman behind me while looking in a mirror. I bring back my mirror in her bag and grab my sword.

I looked at that woman. I can say that she is no harm and dangerous like those Deity who appeared to curse me.

We have the same appearances, but she's no elf. She didn't have an ear like me, but our skins and colors is likened.

But still, I prepared myself.to defend whenever the girl tempted to attack me.

But in one glance, I could say that this woman is the opposite of my race and in part of Fairy.

“Who are you?” I asked.

“I am Joy. Please do not treat me as your enemy. I am here to help you,” she answered.

I couldn't trust her. What if she used this opportunity to manipulate me and kill me whenever she has a chance?

She took a step and I warn her, “Do not take a step or else I will cut your feet into pieces,” I threatened.

“Please take me as your team. We are the same. This is not yo—”

She didn't finish her words. I point my sword to her neck, and she's lifting her head.

“You don't know me, so shut up!” I angrily affirmed.

“I know you. You are the part of royal family of Elves. Believe me, Nieves. I am always at the back of you. I witnessed everything your cries, tears, and mess. This is not you. You loathed racist so much,” she stated.

I loosen my grip. I am shocked. She knew all of it. How?

I looked at her and she heaved a sigh.

It was like she can read my mind, for she said something I wasn't aware of.

“I am always at the back of you. I am a spy of faeries. I am supposed to go back from where I used to be, but I got interested in you, and we shared the same desires,” she answered my question that I didn't verbally ask.

“I didn't abandon my comrade, wholeheartedly before, but seeing you now, I have finally taken a decision. I abandoned them completely and that's the reason I am curses,” she added.

“You are being cursed as well?” I asked.

She nodded. I feel conscience, “I am sorry for what I did, back then,” I apologized.

“No, it's okay. I understand,” she accepted.

I looked away. Embarrassed of what I did. We set a fire to served as our life.

“I wish to be in part of your dream, Nieves,” she inquired.

“You mean it?” I investigated.

“I became a dark fairy for I have abandoned my comrade and the reason is to follow you throughout your journey.”

She kneels, and I hold her head to stop her from doing so.

“I accepted you,” I claimed.

She smiled and hugged me. I patted her hair.

Well, who knew that I could meet someone who has the same dream as mine?