When I was very small, my father (my real father), usually took me out in special missions. He wanted me to grow up into a strong woman; one that could face any challenge, even though it meant sacrificing something precious in return. He would take me out of the castle and show me his neat techniques and various forms of attacks. I adored being with him. I always thought of him as everything I would like to be when I grew up. My mother was quite the contrary. She was very strict. Even though I loved her too, she reminded me of my responsibilities.
Did I mention I was born a princess? Technically... I still am.
My mom was always very proper. She wanted me to do things right and in order, rather than having me be myself and causing a ruckus. Every day I was subject to her studies: musical, cultural, historical etc. I had to sit through at least 9 hours of classes a day. That's why... when Dad would tell me 'it was time to go', I dashed, never wondering what I had left behind. It didn't matter at the moment anyways, I'd take care of it when I came back.
Thing is... when my dad took me out, he would have various stories to tell me. He was a tall, handsome Ouun, about 7'5 and I loved holding his hand from way below just to look up adoringly.
One day... in one of those missions, I must've been about 53 (about 6 human years), we came across a giant fire. It was marvelous. The flames stretched into the sky and the brilliant yellow, orange and red colors filled the surroundings. I noticed the small, black particles that emanated from within and was confused. It's important for me to clear out that Ouuns are very different from humans. They have very early cerebral development, reason for which we have memories since very young. We start building memories the moment we open our eyes, and we never forget. Point is, I stared at the fire in wonder. I turned to my dad:
"What are those things, daddy?"
My father laughed gently and knelt before me. He was still gigantic, though.
"Those are ashes, sweetie." he answered
"Ashes?" I remember quirking my eyebrow and frowning. "I don't get it..."
"Those things that the fire burns down, become ashes." he suddenly laughed a bit more "Ashes... the nickname suits you..."
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"You're just like those ashes. Though fire might touch you, I'm sure you'll manage to recover. Though you might transform, you'll keep on fighting." he smiled at me "You're like those ashes, daughter. They can't be stopped, they're free, they float around into the night."
I stared, wide-eyed at my father.
"Besides... Ashley... yes, Ashes. Sounds good alright." He stood up and walked away from the fire.
I stayed a while, saving those words into myself forever. I haven't forgotten them, and never will I guess. After that, he always called me 'Ashes'. I loved the nickname... not only because he had started it, but because he had given it a meaning. After that I always considered myself free. No fire would tear me down, no one would be able to grasp me for I would become nothingness in there hands. I was like those ashes...
Did I mention I was born a princess? Technically... I still am.
My mom was always very proper. She wanted me to do things right and in order, rather than having me be myself and causing a ruckus. Every day I was subject to her studies: musical, cultural, historical etc. I had to sit through at least 9 hours of classes a day. That's why... when Dad would tell me 'it was time to go', I dashed, never wondering what I had left behind. It didn't matter at the moment anyways, I'd take care of it when I came back.
Thing is... when my dad took me out, he would have various stories to tell me. He was a tall, handsome Ouun, about 7'5 and I loved holding his hand from way below just to look up adoringly.
One day... in one of those missions, I must've been about 53 (about 6 human years), we came across a giant fire. It was marvelous. The flames stretched into the sky and the brilliant yellow, orange and red colors filled the surroundings. I noticed the small, black particles that emanated from within and was confused. It's important for me to clear out that Ouuns are very different from humans. They have very early cerebral development, reason for which we have memories since very young. We start building memories the moment we open our eyes, and we never forget. Point is, I stared at the fire in wonder. I turned to my dad:
"What are those things, daddy?"
My father laughed gently and knelt before me. He was still gigantic, though.
"Those are ashes, sweetie." he answered
"Ashes?" I remember quirking my eyebrow and frowning. "I don't get it..."
"Those things that the fire burns down, become ashes." he suddenly laughed a bit more "Ashes... the nickname suits you..."
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"You're just like those ashes. Though fire might touch you, I'm sure you'll manage to recover. Though you might transform, you'll keep on fighting." he smiled at me "You're like those ashes, daughter. They can't be stopped, they're free, they float around into the night."
I stared, wide-eyed at my father.
"Besides... Ashley... yes, Ashes. Sounds good alright." He stood up and walked away from the fire.
I stayed a while, saving those words into myself forever. I haven't forgotten them, and never will I guess. After that, he always called me 'Ashes'. I loved the nickname... not only because he had started it, but because he had given it a meaning. After that I always considered myself free. No fire would tear me down, no one would be able to grasp me for I would become nothingness in there hands. I was like those ashes...
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