Your dream ends and you return to the physical body.

You feel like a newfound energy enters you as the sun rays fill up your room.

You rub your tired cerise eyes and yawn, stretching your arms unconsciously.

It's morning and you have to get up for school as usual, you realize.

You remove the covers and stand up to get ready for your next day at school.

You wash yourself using the water from the basin and draw the curtain open completely.

Looking at the sun you notice it's probably late and you don't have much time.

You pack your school books and put on your usual school uniform.

It matches you and your long apple red hair when you take a gaze at the mirror.

You smile a little and head towards the kitchen where you find your mother and Emmi already sitting down.

You decide to join them for breakfast which today is quite tasty looking.

“Good morning darling.” Your mother says to you.

“Good morning mother.” You respond.

“Good morning young madam.” The maid greets you.

“Good morning Emmi.” You answer.

“Say darling, you do remember that today is Memory Day.” Beamortha reminds you. “I’m only stating this so you wouldn’t forget to eat your greens today.”

“Of course mother, I always keep sure I eat healthy.” You nod.

Today your mother reminds you that it's Memory Day.

It's a special day that is celebrated by visiting your dead relatives.

“Young madam, which hairstyle do you fancy today?” The maid asks you with a comb in her hand.

“I presume as long as you take back the front, I would be content.” You tell.

“Would you say the long hair suits you darling? Perhaps you find it an annoyance?” Your mother suggests while watching you running your fingers through your hair.

“I was thinking about that today.” You mention. “Yet I resolved staying this way., since I would surely not recognize myself in the mirror with shorter hair.”

“That is lovely my darling.” You mother chuckles. “But do remember, after school a carriage is arranged. Be sure to be ready by then.”

“Yes mother, I shall be properly disposed by then.” You bow.

She mentions that she will be ordering a carriage and will be meeting you after school.

Afterwards the two of you will be going to the graveyard where your grandparents are buried.

You nod and ask if Emmi would be coming too, to which Abigail gives a negative answer.

“Emmi, will you be accompanying us as well?” You turn a little toward her.

“Unfortunately, I will be busy young madam.” She responds.

“Would it be possible to take a break from your duties?” You ask.

“That would be unwise young madam.” The maid adds.

Emmi mentions that she has her own work to do and she won't be able to come.

Nevertheless, you wish that you would learn more about her family, but that will be for another time.

Right now you focus on finishing your breakfast and getting to school in time.

Once the maid is done brushing your hair, she fastens your favourite headdress onto it.

“All done young madam.” She presents a hand mirror.

“It was deftly handled. Splendid work.” You remark. “I can’t believe you are this able Emmi.”

“It is my pleasure to serve young madam.” She responds timidly.

“Just remember darling, before you make our maid any more redder, you won’t have time to fashion your hair before we go.” Your mother informs you. “Do be mindful of that.”

“Of course mother, I will be sensible of my manner.” You promise.

“As a proper lady should always be, my darling.” Beamortha adds.

Because you won't have time to do my hair again after school, you have to be careful.

It’s not that you are already well aware of the weight you carry as a proper lady,

but it does feel a little invigorating to know your mother is smiling to see your beauty.

Eventually you finish breakfast, excuse yourself. and you put on your usual shoes.

You open the front door and leave for school, hoping nothing would dirty your hair.

It's wind is quite chilly today, you remark. but fortunately you brought your coat with you.

As you take a step after step, your heels tap the rocks embedded in the ground,

echoing with a small pleasant click that fills the space around you.

The pleasant air carries a whisper of dancing leaves into your ears.

Your hair sways and spread the fragrance of the lovely herbal shampoo.

What is going to happen today, you wonder, as you reach the intersection.

It is here that you meet your friend, Ellien, as usual.

“Hello Pyrie, how is your day?” She greets you as you come close.

“Hello Ellien, it is fine.” You respond. “The weather is quite nice today, right?”

“Of course.” She nods and starts walking friskily with you.

She is jolly as well today, as you wave and smile at her.

It seems something interesting happened to her yesterday.

“You know Pyrie, yesterday I went back home and we had chickens hatching. It was a mess, you could imagine.” Ellien tells her story.

“Chickens hatched? I don’t keep any animals in the house so I can’t relate.” You respond.

“They just tend to themselves, finding food in the ground.” She explains. ”But what’s worse is that it’s winter soon. I am worried that they won't be able to survive.”

“That does sound concerning.” You remark. “It is a little strange for them to hatch at this time of the year?”

“Naturally yes, they hatch during spring and summer. However, if it’s warm enough they can hatch during fall as well.” She mentions. “And to think just one didn’t make it…I’m not even sure to consider that lucky or not.”

“Be of good hope Ellien.” You try to cheer her.

“I sure am Pyrie.” She answers. “Though we ought to build an isolated incubatorium and then bring extra grain too.”

It appears that small chickens hatched yesterday, when Ellien returned home.

She is over joined since only a single one hatching turned up dead,

adding that it is quite rare for them to hatch during late Autumn.

It is going to be difficult for them to survive winter however, but perhaps it won't be as harsh, you suggest.

With a positive mind, both of you continue your journey to the school.

You meet Minorta, also at her usual spot.

She waves at you from a distance and you wave at her back.

“Hey Minorta.” Ellien waves at her.

“Good morning Minorta.” You wave at her.

“Good morning you two.” She responds with a downcast face.

“Why the face Minorta?” Ellien asks curiously.

“Because I got into a fight with my brother, that’s my.” The blond girl explains.

“But aren’t you always getting into a fight with him?” Ellien adds.

“That is true, however this time he told me to go home and stay with grandma.” Minorta explains. “In his language it’s I had enough. If he gets into that state it’s over.”

“What was he so upset about?” Ellien inquires.

“It was because I wasn’t staying home lately, instead playing around.” Minorta says. “That is not true, I wasn’t playing around.”

“Of course Minorta, we believe you.” You tell her.

“Basically I better stay home after school for some time.” Minorta states.

“It’s understandable.” Ellien nods. “Winter is coming after all.”

She seems a little under the weather however, in contrast to the two of you,

because of what happened earlier.

It appears that her brother was a little upset that she wasn't helping him out at home.

“In other news, what do you two plan for the Memory day?” You ask.

“I suppose we will visit some graves and that would be it?” Ellien responds.

“I will visit my mother’s grave with my brother.” Minorta answers.

“What about your father?” Ellien asks.

“My father doesn’t have a grave.” The blond girl explains. ”It’s because my grandma, my brother and I believe that he is still alive, although he hasn’t returned for a very long time.”

“That is terrible to hear Minorta. I pray that he is safe.” Ellien consults her.

“Thanks but let’s change the subject.” Minorta turns to you. “Pyrie, how about you?”

“I have an appointment with my mother.” You explain. “We will be taking the carriage after school.”

The Memory Day is an important opportunity to bond with your deceased relatives and your alive family.

You decide that you will tell your friends about the trip you will be making with your mother today.

Minorta mentions that her brother wanted to visit her mother's grave, so she will be busy today.

Then Ellien also mentions that she will be spending time with her family as well.

“So that is why your hair is so silky.” Ellien says after a moment of thought.

“Is it Emmi who you should praise.” You inform her.

“Hey, we are here already.” Minorta notices.

“Yes of course. Will be coming too?” Ellien asks.

“Unfortunately, she has her own relatives I think.” You answer.

“The classes are about to start.” Minorta tries to get attention.

“That is quite the misfortune. I wanted to meet her.” Ellien tells you.

“She is a maid that takes pride in her work after all.” You respond.

“I’m going in if you two just want to stand here and talk.” Minorta says.

“Oh, I had the impression that you and her are more like family.” Ellien speaks.

“Yes, it wouldn’t be a stretch to say that.” You nod.

The three of you arrive at the school gates, albeit it’s Minorta who drags you by hand inside.

It seems that the traffic is a little less dense today since there are fewer students than usual, you notice.

You make your way to the cloakroom and change your shoes as usual.

“So what are you planning for today?” One student says.

“My mother told me to go to school.” Another replies.

“Besides that?” A student says.

“I suppose my mother also wants to visit grandma today.” Another responds.

“Oh hello Pyrecilla.” Students turn towards you and bow.

“Good morning.” You bow.

“Lucky are those that didn’t get to go today.” Someone says.

“Of course, I wish I didn’t either.” A student states.

As you pass your gaze through the hallway you notice some students talking about today.

It appears that many of their friends have decided to take a day off, since it's Memory Day.

From inside of the classroom, a familiar face appears. It’s Shishe,

who is holding her hand on the doorway and bending her head a little.

She mentions that she is quite disappointed about other students.

“I wish that someone told us if school is obligatory or not on days like these.” Shishe complains.

“Would that change anything? Some students simply can’t come because they live far away.” One of the students mentions.

“But it is in the duty of the teaching staff to clarify the rules.” Shishe says. “Without that there is chaos and confusion about which are more and less correct. No one really knows if there are going to be consequences and the class that appears in only half in number might as well be cancelled since it is a disgrace for the teacher.”

“I do understand your point, but what would be fair for the students that came?” Someone asks.

“I suppose if you joined classes with the gent part it would be only fair.” Shishe suggests. “It is mostly natural that we as ladies be accepting to strife in times of less comfort. Besides, that is fixing both problems with one stone, isn’t it?”

“She just wants to meet the gents, isn’t she?” A student whispers.

She also mentions that since there are so few female pupils today that it would be a waste if the teacher didn't join classes with the male part.

You, the female students, Ellien and Minorta look at each other troubled.

“So do you think this is a good idea?” Shishe asks excitedly. “I can ask the teacher right now.”

Although everyone that gathered in the hallway can visibly see,

none of the girls have the indecency to mention that her boyish behaviour is a little inappropriate.

Therefore, without getting a response, Shishe returns to her more graceful posture,

and walks back into the classroom to sit down at her usual desk, punting.

You and the rest of the students gathered in the hallway enter the classroom.

After a while, once everyone is ready, you and the rest of the girls are made to wait until the teacher arrives.

He apologises for the delay.

"I am deeply sorry about my delayed arrival. I was talking with other teachers to figure out a solution to today.” The teacher explains. “To provide a summary, we are going to have classes as usual today. Therefore, please do understand ladies that there will be no sanctions for those that couldn’t come.”

“No sanctions?” Someone says surprised.

“Yes that does sound unfair for those that came, but unfortunately this mistake on the teaching staff side can’t be rehabilitated.” The teacher continues. “Be seated, at the very least I shall abstain from grading material from this lecture.”

Today's subject is going to be literature.

You open your book and the teacher picks one person after another, each reading a passage.

Afterwards you are assigned a task, to present the arguments the author uses to justify the intentions of the main character.

This is a little advanced for young minds, you ruminate,

but you personally have no problem with figuring out what would be the correct answer.

“What does he mean by intentions?” Minorta asks.

“He means what is the character’s goal set by the author.” You explain.

“How would I know that?” The blond girl whispers to you.

“You have to find the passage that states his goal in the text.” You answer.

“Well first he wanted to visit the town, then he wanted to restore order, then he wanted to rescue his love.” Minorta thinks out loud. “He has many goals and that’s the confusing part.”

“I suppose he wanted just a normal life.” You tell her. “It’s comprehensible that the desire manifested in many forms. Try to find text that relates to his views on life.”

Your friend struggles a little, but you manage to dispel her initial confusion.

It takes the right approach to teach someone the proper way, you figure,

one that teaches how one could solve problems on their own.

After a while you look back at your writings and decide that you are finished.

However, you still need to copy your answer onto a clean paper, since this one is messy.

As you do so, you are reminded of Harrivetta's disgusted face from yesterday.

“Can you show me Pyrie?” Minorta asks.

“Is that really necessary Minorta?” You say with a worried face.

“I suppose she already helped you enough Minorta.” Ellien speaks.

“You are right! Ellien, how about you?” Minorta turns to her friend.

“Of course, if you allow me to be the critic of your grammar as well Minorta?” Ellien asks.

“You know, we are not getting graded for this, so I rather decline.” The blond girl responds.

You write down your name, Pyrecilla Abronova, and look around the classroom.

It seems that everyone besides you finished so you take your work and place it on top of the stack of papers.

The teacher nods and your excuse yourself back to your seat.

As you do that however, the bell rings from the hallway.

The class went by fast, the teacher remark, and dismisses the class.

It's lunch time now, so you and your friends decide to head for the mess hall.

“I hope they don’t force us to cook like last time.” Minorta remarks.

“They learned from their mistakes. It is a school after all.” Ellien jokes.

“Does this mean the food is going to get tastier each time?” The blond girl smirks.

“Only if you keep on eating it in the company of friends.” Ellien explains.

Today it seems you are going to be feasting on poultry and potatoes.

It's a fair meal, you nod, and sit down in your usual spot.

Today you are joined with Minorta, Ellien and one more person.

Shishe, who decided to your usual lunch partners, asks if she could join, to which you positively reply.

You and the other two eagerly awaits until the pigtail girl speaks.

“So Shishe, do you like chicken?” Ellien asks.

“I believe it’s edible.” Shishe responds.

“What do you like then Shishe?” Minorta probes.

“Anything is fine.” She answers.

She appears less talkative than before for some reason.

Even when a maid asks her something she only nods in response.

There is something on her mind, you figure, as you notice Minorta and Ellien look at her concerned.

"Are you upset that you didn’t get to meet the gents?” Minorta asks.

“Could you please focus on the food Minorta?” Shishe tells her.

“I think that something is on your mind today.” Ellien states. “Please be out with it or it will spoil your meal.”

“Do I look like I’m spoiling your meal?” Shishe turns to the blue haired girl.

“No that’s not what I mean.” Ellien bows to her. “I’m sorry to have said that.”

“Well I should also apologise for my poor behaviour today, even though everyone reminds me.” Shishe bows back at Ellien. “It’s because I had a fight with my parents today. It’s all just too absurd to mention now.”

“Shishe, I had a disagreement with my brother today too.” Minorta reassures. “It is fine if you speak about it with us.”

“You say it wouldn’t hurt if I told you?” Shishe says. “Very well. Today we have a holiday, so my parents, who run a shop with furniture and accessories, had to close up early, even though it is not stated by the law how long they are allowed to work. Then they decided to go to the graveyard in the morning, when I have school, and studying is more important to me.”

“Oh, that’s why you are upset.” Ellien realizes.

“That’s why I’m upset, right.” Shishe adds. “But don’t worry about me now really. Right now I actually feel a little better, after letting out some steam out of my head.”

After a while she opens up and says that she had a scuffle with her parents.

They are merchants who run a business, they deal with various furniture, decorations and fine arts.

Today however, they had to close up early because of the Memory Day and by law it's against the law to work normal hours during holiday.

Due to that they decided to visit her relatives earlier. However, Shishe still had school, which was more important to her.

“I genuinely carry the opinion that you did no wrong Shishe.” You say. ”After all there was no other way to satisfy everyone in that situation.”

“I suppose you are right about that Pyrecilla.” Shishe responds. “I imagine that My parents would have complained if I stated that I want to take a free day from school.”

That is indeed contempt, you remark, as everyone should follow what they want to do, they should be allowed to crave their own path.

“But that happens all the time in the family.” Ellien remarks. “It’s not like they wouldn’t hold a grudge against you for doing that.”

“What do you mean Ellien?” Shishe asks.

“Your parents want to be studious, right?” Ellien continues. “If they believe you are using the excuse to laze then it would be natural that they would oppose that.

“Like my brother for example.” Minorta adds.

“And furthermore I think you should have stayed with your family after all.” Ellien states. “After all today is a holiday and if you spend it with them then it’s no good either.”

However Ellien doesn't share your opinion.

She thinks that more important than yourself should be your family,

the people who permit your existence in the first place.

It is them who you should listen to.

“I can understand that too, thanks.” Shishe says a little weighty. “But let’s stop for the time being okay? I would lose my appetite if I had to hear you three argue over my parents.”

“Of course Shishe.” You say bowing.

“That’s fine Shishe, talk to us anytime.” Minorta tells her.

The four of you decide that you should stop talking about Shishe's family before you all get into a fight.

The time passes quickly and in a blink of an eye the plates are all cleaned up.

There is still some time before the next lesson so the four of you decide to spend their time in the library.

Before you arrive there however, the four of you spot someone walking into the principal office.

As you silently decide to eavesdrop, you make out the voices inside of the room.

It's Harrivetta complaining to the headmaster about something.

She argues that if it would be known to everyone if school is off or not today,

then it wouldn't be a problem for everyone.

However the responsibility of doing that lies within the school's body.

"I express my unfortunate distaste that I must be the one to disclose this issue so bluntly.” Harrivetta says. “As you know principal, due the lack of statement for proper attendance during the holiday, many of the students were displeased by the lack of civility among the school staff. This wouldn’t be a problem if again, the staff had clear instructions.”

“I am well aware of the situation miss Francishia.” The man speaks. “I already discussed this matter with everyone.”

“Then I comprehend that a solution is concluded, correct?” She asks.

“Miss Francishia, will all due respect this is not a matter solved by stating opinions.” The principal explains. “Our history contains your complaint about the cooking class, as you recall. From that you should know well our consideration.”

“Very well I understand this matter is not trivial.” Harrivetta nods. “However there is also…”

She also has another issue, which is Davithea, who didn't come to school lately.

“Is that all miss Francishia?” The principal asks.

“Nay, there is also the matter of my colleague, Davithea, which I have to inquire about.” Harrivetta states. “I have been told her presence here has not been registered as of late.”

“It is beyond my ability to provide you with details miss Francishia.” The principal shakes his head. “I will be sure however to inform you if one of the teachers is going to report on this case. Is that all?”

In the meantime, Shishe hears someone walking down the hallway and the four of you decide to leave the scene before you get caught.

“This is the first time I hear Harrivetta complaining about...” Minorta says.

“Someone is heading there, let’s go.” Shishe interrupts and informs everyone.

“Right, it is better not to get caught.” Ellien whispers.

The next bell rings in the hallway as you manage to arrive on time to the classroom.

Through the door a priest enters. You can hear voices raise in the classroom.

However, after a while everyone stands up, bows and sits down again.

“Good day and blessings for you. Today you will be learning more about history.” The pastor explains. “More precisely, the circumstances of the church.“

A member of clergy is not a rare sight at school, you remark, and open your notebook to make notes.

“I was told that you had a class on evolution theory at a previous date, correct?” The priest asks and everyone nods. “Then now it would be only fair to learn about the history of the church.”

You learn about the history of the church and why do the faithful celebrate Memory Day today.

The class passes without anything interesting happening, you sigh, and the bell finally rings.

“That would be all young ladies.” The cleric stands up. “Let us pray before we head to our homes.”

Before you are allowed to go however, the priest asks for everyone to join their hands and pray before you leave.

Afterwards he blesses everyone in the class and excuses himself. You are now free to leave as well.

You pack your books, pick up your trunk and head towards the exit.

As you put on your shoes, your warm cloak and take a single step outside,

you are greeted by an older man, who is dressed well, bowing towards you.

“I was expecting your miss, good afternoon.” He bows to you. “It would be a pleasure to escort you to the carriage.”

“Is that a butler Pyrie?” Minorta asks.

“Good day sir.” Ellien introduces herself, bowing.

“Good afternoon sir.” You bow elegantly. “He is the carriage man, of course.”

“Here miss, let me take care of your baggage.” He offers you help.

“His hat is tall and I like the moustache.” Minorta remarks.

“Let’s not bother Pyrie Minorta.” Ellien takes Minorta by hand.

“Go ahead sir.” You transfer your bag to him.

He says that he has been waiting for you and uses a formal language.

You recall that your mother wanted to meet you after the school,

hence you believe in his words and follow him.

You say your farewells to your friend and follow the man to a carriage, parked outside of the school.

“Come inside darling.” You hear a voice from inside.

“After you miss.” The man helps you with the curtain.

“Thank you sir.” You nod.

The curtain opens to reveal your mother inside, dresses elegantly and for the occasion.

She welcomes you with an open hand and patiently beckons you to get inside.

As you place your shoe on the step, your mother reaches your hand and helps you get aboard.

Inside find a dress, a corset, a pair of heels, flowers, all prepared for the occasion.

It appears that your mother is in a hurry, you discern, and worry a little.

“I brought your dress darling.” She states.

“Thank you mother.” You say as she closes the curtain.

“Please do haste and get yourself dressed.” She tells you. “We won’t be able to go until you do so.”

“Yes mother, I understand.” You mod.

You undress and have mother help you with the lacing up your corset.

The dress fits quite nicely and you feel its weight doesn’t affect your movement.

Afterwards you put on the heels your mother prepared for you. They fit well.

“Is this fine?” You ask while holding your dress up.

“As expected from you darling, simply delightful.” She replies with a smile.

It's only a matter of moments before you find yourself completely changed.

You look at yourself in the small mirror and surprise yourself how beautiful and elegant you look.

In the meantime, your mother puts your school uniform inside of the coffer and takes out a small box containing makeup.

“I’m delighted to see you darling turned into such a fine young lady.” Your mother remarks as she looks at you and back the small makeup mirror.

“That is only thanks to you mother.” You say a little shy.

“One day I will show you how to put on makeup, but for now you shouldn’t pay mind to adult products.” She explains as you watch her.

“Of course mother.” You nod. “A young lady needed to worry about growing old.”

“That’s right darling.” Your mother replies.

As soon as your mother finishes getting ready, she packs all things securely inside various trunks.

Then she opens the curtain slightly and tells the man that he is fine to go.

With a pull of the reins, the carriage is set into motion and you can feel the floor trembling.

It’s very gentle and delicate as the speed is quite slow. However, because of that you can enjoy the ride.

You look outside to see the school surrounded by trees slowly disappearing from your view.

Afterwards you pass through open fields and forests. It’s quite enjoyable to travel like this, you tell yourself.

After a while you start to feel a little sleepy, however the carriage gradually comes to a stop.

“We have arrived madam.” You hear a voice from the outside that wakes you up.

“Finally, let’s go darling.” You mother says.

“Of course mother.” You tell her.

Beamortha exists first, with the help of the servant, and then you, with the help of your mother.

You stand in front of a wooden gate that has a wall made from cobblestone on both sides.

There are a few elderly people, and several your age that also came visiting.

“Let’s go darling.” Your mother grabs your hand gently.

“Yes mother. “You nod and stay close to her.

The main path from the entrance road leads into a staircase made out of large slabs of rocks that go up the hill.

On the side you spot tombstones, various portraits engraved into them,

wooden crosses, colourful flowers, lit grave lanterns and dried up leaves dancing around.

The atmosphere of this place is a little eerie, you sense.

“There are quite a few people here, mother.” You remark.

“I presume places like these do scare children, but do please keep a lucid mind darling. “ She tries to calm you.

“Of course mother, I will retain a rational mind.” You nod.

As you hold hands with your mother, she leads you towards your destination,

while the coachman follows you, carrying lanterns and flowers.

I guess that's his job too, you figure.

You climb the straits to reach the top of the hill. It's quite a view from here.

You can see the chapter far away, empty field, a village, and many many graves around you.

Suddenly, you feel a chilly wind pass through your body as you hold down your headdress.

“Brr!” You shiver.

“Oh my it’s quite windy today, isn’t it darling?” She asks you while rubbing your body.

“I’m apologise mother.” You remark.

“If you are getting the chills my darling, maybe you would rather wait back in carriage?” She asks.

“Allow me to stand my patience, mother. I wish not to leave your side.” You explain.

“Very well darling.” She responds.

You and your mother climb the stairs and the wind here is quite chilly and free.

As she and the coachman try to shield you from it, you arrive at your first stop.

“This is where my mother and my father were buried darling.” She speaks. “They were fine parents to me, quite strict as well, but lovable in their own regard. I wish you could have met them before they went away.”

“Yes mother, I also wish them well.” You respond.

Your mother points out that this is the resting place of your grandparents.

You pray with her while the man lights up the lantern with a long match.

It takes him a few tries but eventually he succeeds and passes it onto your mother.

She then places it on the grave, along with the flowers who find their resting place in the vase.

“Goddess bless them, eternal peace upon their souls in the afterlife.” You and your mother pray out loud while the man joins his hands and says nothing.

Afterwards she goes as you travel from one grave to another, you hear some stories about your ancestors.

“This was your grandfather’s brother who had a mansion and three villages…” Your mother explains.

“And her daughter remained two times since the war took both of her husbands…” Your mother tells a story of your grandaunt.

“The letters they exchanged are still in my possession. It’s a lovely story.” Your mother mentions your grandparents from her father’s side.

The stories are interesting, you wish you could meet them personally, but that of course is not possible.

The dead people don't rise from their graves, at least not usually, you point out inside your head.

Thus, leaving the past behind you and mother decide to return home.

However, something unexpected happens.

Man appears in the distance and your mother notices him.

“Darling, could you wait in the carriage while I talk with this man?” Your mother asks you.

“I'd rather wait here mother.” You tell her.

“Though previously didn’t you tell me that you feel cold?” She mentions.

“No mother, I simply needed the move to warm up.” You explain.

“Very well darling. Be sure to return to the carriage if you get lost.” She says, leaving you alone. The coachman follows her.

“Of course mother. You needed to worry about me.” You assure her.

She tells you that you should wait a little, while she goes meet that person.

However, you decided not to go back to the carriage and instead wait here.

The reason why you opted otherwise was of course clear for you.

You figured that you would eavesdrop on the conversation between that man and your mother.

That was the plan, however something happened before you were able to even hide.

A tall man dressed in rugs, with warps on his hand and wearing makeshift boots just passed you by.

You recognize him. This is the man you met yesterday, the one after Ellien’s bread.

Despite that he doesn't appear threatening, a chill runs down your spine.

You realize something that might explain why he is here, but then shrug off that thought.

This is just a coincidence, you think, and simply try to ignore him.

But somehow, despite being at holy grounds, you don't feel safe.

He notices you too, and just exchanges looks. His mouth is closed, but his face says everything.

He also recognizes you and, in that second, an unpleasant memory has surfaced in his mind.

Startled, you try to turn your head the other way, but somehow that doesn’t work.

For a reason unknown to you, you are able to perceive his emotions.

They overwhelm you and fill you with a strange sensation can’t you can’t explain.

With that, you decide to at least speak to him and apologise for what happened earlier.

“I’m sorry.” You say.

“Yes miss?” He answers.

“I want to apologise for earlier.” You bow.

“What do you mean, apologise for what?” He asks.

“Are you the man I have met in the village?” You ask.

“We have met before yes, but I don’t understand what you are apologising for.” He explains.

“Are you hungry? Here, buy bread with this.” You try to handle some coins.

“I won’t accept this.” He states.

You turn and greet him. You want to apologise for yesterday, maybe give him a few coins,

knowing that he also came here in peace. But he refuses, he doesn't accept your bride.

Then he inquiries about Minorta, he says that he is looking for her mother's grave.

You say that he probably won't find it here, since you are not sure where it is.

“I don’t need your coins miss. I’m not looking for food.” He tells you.

“Then what are you looking for here?” You ask.

“I’m looking for a certain person’s grave. “ He explains.

“Could you be so kind to speak more precisely?” You query.

“Of course, the grave of the mother of the blond haired girl that was with you.” He adds.

“You mean Minorta’s mother? I do not know.” You tell him.

You are lying of course...

“Are you sure you can’t help me?” He asks again.

“I’m positive I haven’t got a clue mister.” You assert.

“Of course…And now, aren’t just lying again?” He states.

You back a little and notice your shaky legs.

Your chest finds it hard to hold oxygen.

You start to sweat a little, while your eyes look somewhere else.

How could this person know you are lying, you ask yourself.

Despite that you are certain that there is no way in the world that a person would know whenever you are telling the truth or not,

the entire truth about it, there is one little detail you forgot.

You know that this person can see through any lie.

“I can tell the lie from the truth.” He states again.

“Is that true mister? You must be mistaken.” You say avoiding eye contact.

“I am not afraid of your antics young miss.” He tells you.

“However, it would be quite unfortunate for you if I called my mother now.” You warn him

“Then you would have to admit that I was right about you lying.” He counters you.

“That is quite the statement mister.” You say.

“But you did lie when you started running away from me.” He says. “Only you knew that I was there, sitting on the bench and doing nothing. Yet, you started running before I did anything.”

“Then how do you explain that only I noticed you?” You ask.

“It’s very simple, you experienced premeditation.” He informs you. “You think you saw your future and believed in it. But that wasn’t the reality, just a vision.”

You start to recall the event again. You noticed the man as you left the bakery.

Then you started running, only you. Your friends didn’t notice anything at that time.

Why would that happen? The answer is very obvious to you and stings your heart like thorns.

Your mind dances around. You appear in places you only saw in your dreams.

You notice yourself and your body, floating in space and time passes slowly.

You see yourself and wave, but your reflection in the mirror doesn’t reply.

After you come back to your senses, you find yourself back in your body.

You are visiting the graveyard with your mother during the Memory day.

Currently, the man you met tells you the story that he wanted to relate to you.

“I hate lies, especially ones that made by little children.” The man explains. ”That’s how I lost Davithea. She was told to lie by the psychologist interviewing her. They convinced that I was problem in her life and henceforth everyone believed in that story.”

“I understand mister but still, what does that have to do with me?” You ask.

“Don’t you know? If you follow the path of lies, like you do now, you will end up hurting someone.” The man tells you.

Davithea, the small child that Harrivetta takes care of at school, you recall.

She was missing her school days recently as well. All that was related to this man.

“End up hurting someone? Have you seen your daughter recently?” You query him.

“If only I would be able.” He says.

“Then please leave her alone. She is able to find happiness without you.” You take a stance.

“Are you sure of that, even after learning of the circumstances?” He asks.

“Of course! You wanted to steal from us!” You argue.

“That’s what everyone said, but I only politely asked.” He explains.

“So what difference does it make?” You add.

“You know very well the difference between the truth and lies.” He states.

What is the man saying is not false, you do know the truth and the lies of this world.

However, only thanks to this man you are reminded with are lies and which is the truth.

He has the power to do that and you can’t deny it, no matter what lies you produce.

“If one man could state what is the absolute truth, one would know for sure.” The man gives his speech. “But that’s something that a priest would say. Only a true judicator could state of good and evil, and I’m not one of them either.”

“You certainly sound like one.” You answer.

When the church wanted the truth from you, they wanted to create a story.

The story of a miracle and their triumph over the blind eyes of mankind.

The story that no one could deny because it was the church who had the authority,

The divine authority to say which is the truth and which are the lies.

“I’m not stating that authority shouldn’t be observed, just that my example shows the misuse of it.” The man speaks. ”One day you will too be asked by the old if you lived an honest life. Principles are what graveyards remind people about.”

“I appreciate the wisdom, old man.” You reply.

But even if authority can be misused, no authority at all is not favourable.

In that case, if there is no ultimate judge, you won’t receive punishment.

Thus there is no incentive to ever stop, even if you are reminded of your transgressions.

If there is no authority over the man, one can sin as many times as they please.

“I will be going then.” The man says.

“It was a pleasure mister.” You bow.

“I’m going to look for her grave.” He tells you.

“Just look for Minorta, you can probably find her in the village.” You tell him.

“That you miss, you were helpful.” He replies.

“And do tell, if you would have met her instead of me, would you have said the same to her?” You ask.

“I don’t know. That would depend on whenever she would be lying or not.” He responds and disappears.

You stand still for a moment, and look at the ground. You see cold, lifeless stone.

Supporting yourself with your tiny hands, you manage to pull yourself together.

After a while you realize you almost collapsed on the spot, but you are fine now.

There is a reflection of you in the marble stone and you appear as if you just saw a ghost.

However, before you are able to laugh or cry, something else happens.

Your mother returns and you have a chance of meeting your father, for the very first time.

“Welcome back mother.” You politely bow.

“Welcome back darling. Your father came to see you.” She states presenting a short man to you.

“Yes, good evening father.” You say a little startled.

“Hohoho, greetings my adorable daughter.“ He tips his hat.

He is a fine gentleman dressed in chic clothes that wears a fancy top hat, despite not being tall himself.

You greet him gracefully, but you end up acting timidly because of what happened just a moment ago.

Your father calls you adorable and you both hug.

“So how is your school daughter?” He asks.

“It is fine father. I make friends and try to do my best at academics.” You respond.

“That’s splendid. I heard your school had problems with the curriculum.” He mentions.

“Nothing that would cause major problems father.” You tell him.

“Also darling, have you told your father about your plans for the winter break?” Your mother adds. “She is going to learn how to play the violin under the famous Salayev. Would you believe that honey?”

“Of course I have heard about Salayev. He is that famous music virtuoso?” He scratches his chin. “That is quite the honour Pyrecilla.”

“Yes father, you humble me.” You say while you lower your head.

“I let you know that she is practicing her violin very diligently.” Your mother mentions.

“Yes I would love to hear my daughter play.” Your father says.

“But it is still too early for her to play in front of others.” Your mother adds.

“Ah yes, I do see that.” Your father adds.

He then asks you a couple of questions about school and how you are doing.

You try to be as humble as possible, since you are one of the top of the class after all.

Satisfied by your answer, your mother adds also that you practise violin,

though she adds that you won't be ready to play for your father yet.

Thus the three of you have a small talk while the coachman stands completely still, just to the side.

The three of you continue to have some small talk about you and time passes.

It starts getting dark and standing in here makes you a little hungry.

Luckily, a nicely dressed man appears and pleads to your father that it's time.

“It is about time sir.” A business man tells your father.

“Of course, of course. I suppose this was too much time for an excuse to take a break.” Your father states.

“It’s a pity honey.” Your mother says. “I hoped that we could talk for hours, but your work is more important.”

“That is unfortunate, but I will have to make my leave now. It was lovely talking to you again Beamortha.” He says and comes close to your mother.

“Next time honey.” Your mother says while she exchanges kisses with your father.

“And you too daughter. I feel like a bad father not spending more time with you.” Your father turns to you and squats.

“Of course father, it’s disappointing.” You say your father placed his hand on your head.

He excuses himself, kisses your mother on the lips then turns to you and pets you on the head.

After a while, you and your mother board the carriage. You look a little down, but your mother smiles.

“It’s okay darling, you don’t need to be shy to your father.” She smiles.

“Yes, I know mother.” You nod. “I shouldn’t have not be this timid.”

“You almost look like you actually saw a ghost.” Your mother jokes.

“Going!” You hear from the outside and the carriage starts moving.

The trip back doesn't take you long and the three of you arrive back at home.

The first sight that appears once you step down on the ground is Emmi.

She is inside, looking through the window a little surprised to see you.

It seems that you made her wait all this time, so you bow in apology.

You and your mother head towards home, while the coachman handles your baggage, which later is taken care of by Emmi.

“That would be all.” Emmi tells him.

“Of course, it’s been a pleasure to be of service.” He responds.

“Here you go, good man.” Your mother hands him coins.

“I wish you a pleasant supper, madams.” The man bows and leaves.

You see that supper is prepared on the stove and your hungry stomach tells you to hurry.

You quickly take off your heels and sit down, followed by your mother who does the same.

You inquire Emmi about her day before you finally dig into the food yourself.

“Please Emmi, tell me about your day.” You ask your maid. “It would be too cruel to have you stay this sulky.”

“I beg your pardon for my mind’s absence.” Emmi states. “I simply performed my duties without incidents today.”

“I’m not worried about that.” You explain. ”It’s your mood that’s hurting.”

“That’s because I have been looking forward to hearing your opinion on the food I prepared for you young madam.” She further adds.

“This is splendid Emmi.” You say. “But do please say you felt a bit lonely in solitude. It’s difficult to swallow anymore silence.”

“Of course young madam.” She bows to you.

She isn't practically talkative when it comes to her life, but that's normal for her, you decide.

With that the meal passes without any big revelations and you excuse yourself.

There is still violin practise waiting for you today, therefore you go straight to the room with Emmi following you.

She helps you remove the corset and you change into normal clothes.

Afterwards you go to Emmi's room to practise your instrument.

It's waiting for you, right where you left it last time.

You try your best but the maid is still not impressed.

“You tried your best young madam.” She cheers you.

“My father is also going to be hearing this.” You put your head down.

“That’s just more the reason you should keep on trying.” She tells you.

“As if more worried would brighten my mind.” You respond.

“At least I could tell this wasn’t the best day for you either.” She mentions.

She is right, you realize. The man you have met and the impression you left on your father,

all those events kept you from focusing on your practise. If you want to improve,

there is no other way than to deal with them in some way, you ponder to yourself.

“Thank you Emmi.” You bow.

“Yes young madam.” She bows back to you.

You two exchange gazes and return back to practicing, since you are not sure what to say more.

However, at some point she leaves the room and asks you to practise on your own.

After she comes back she tells you that the bath is ready.

When you open the door to the bathroom, there is a surprise waiting for you.

“Good evening Darling.” Your mother says as she undresses

“Mother, should I come in?” You have your eyes with your hands.

“Of course darling, just hurry.” She responds.

“I apologise I thought the bath was…” You say.

“Then I must have been thinking the same thing darling.” She smiles and grabs your hand, forcing you in.

“I will lock the door.” The maid says closing the door after you enter.

She asks you that she must have been thinking about the same thing.

Nevertheless, since she is your mother after all, she has no intentions of leaving.

It seems that you will be washing yourself with her today, you sigh.

You turn away and undress, while she does the same as you are not looking.

Both of you wash each other's skin and hair. Her brunette hair is quite short compared to yours, you notice.

Your mother even allows you to use her shampoo. Bubbles start to appear in the room.

"Isn’t it nice to have a mother bath you my darling?” She smiles

“Of course mother, I suppose it does evoke old memories.” You nod.

“When you were little and still wore diapers I had to hold you down since you were always moving.” Your mother smirks.

“That I do not remember.” You say embarrassed.

“There was also a time when you wanted to run outside of the bathroom naked.” She giggles.

“Mother, I plead no more.” You hide your face.

After she rinses your hair, you both enter the bath.

It's hot to touch, you notice, but you are eventually able to submerge your tiny body.

After your mother enters however, the water raises all the way to your chin.

You feel a little uneasy, but then mother starts talking.

It seems that she has something important to tell you about your father.

“You know about father, right darling?” She says.

“Of course mother, did I leave a good impression on him?” You ask.

“I would say innocent is only expected from a young madam talking to a man.” She explains. “But I didn’t just invite you to congratulate you on your endeavour.”

“I understand mother. You wanted to talk, correct?” You nod.

“Precisely darling, listen well.” She tells you the story with a serious tone.

The story she tells you is the truth about her, or at least that’s what you believe.

Before she divorced she met the man that you know as your father.

She never had a romance with him, at least not that kind of relationship,

but you could say that they were business partners.

At the time her former husband was trying to find a reason for a divorce,

since she disagreed with the way he conducted business.

The romance rumour was enough for the court to reach a verdict,

though it is also possible a bride was involved.

Beamortha received just a small part of the wealth, the land around here,

and decided to live while maintaining her job as the accountant for your father.

Every day she works at home and does the paperwork,

which is then delivered to your father by mail.

At the moment, they are married, albeit no one speaks about it openly,

and pretend that they are simply working at the same company.

Furthermore, she promised that one day, she will deliver him an offspring.

However, your mother never got pregnant since she is biologically unable to produce children.

You knew that all from the start, but your mother obscured this single fact.

You are aware now that she wants you to keep lying, and pretend to be her biological daughter.

“Yes mother, I will keep my studies to impress my father.” You promise.

“You don’t need to pretend, simply giving your all will yield results.” She tells you.

“I will give it all for you mother.” You say.

“As a daughter should darling.” She says.

“I love you mother.” You hug her.

“I love you too darling.” She embraces you in her arms.

You agree to her terms since this is the path you know.

You agree to act as her biological daughter despite knowing the truth.

This is the only sure path to change this world which dictates your life.

After the bath and doing homework, your mother sees you to sleep and kisses you on your forehead.

“Sweet dreams darling.” Your mother tells you.