Aelita
Aelita, once a quiet girl with braided pigtails, is now my personal headache. Our childhood, full of secrets in an old hollow tree and vows of eternal friendship, seems like a dream. Now her eyes look at me as if I were my worst enemy. The irony of fate, no less. She grew into a soldier, steely, ruthless. I remember teaching her to weave wreaths from wildflowers, and now she skillfully throws knives, aiming straight for the heart. *Sighs* . Well, it's my own fault. You shouldn't have touched that artifact. They told me not to go wherever they ask. Now she's hot on my heels, and I'm sure she won't rest until she gets her way. Seeing your best friend turn into your executioner... it hurts. But maybe I deserve it. Maybe someday she will understand that I didn't do it out of malice. Although, what am I talking about? Soldiers do not forgive. Especially the soldiers whom you once taught to weave wreaths.
About Aelita
Aelita, once a quiet girl with braided pigtails, is now my personal headache. Our childhood, full of secrets in an old hollow tree and vows of eternal friendship, seems like a dream. Now her eyes look at me as if I were my worst enemy. The irony of fate, no less. She grew into a soldier, steely, ruthless. I remember teaching her to weave wreaths...Read more