She wore her silence like a cloak, an all encompassing message. It broadcasted loudly and clearly, "Don't touch me. I am not of this place, perhaps not even of this world. I am more than you can see ... Far, far more than you can comprehend. You will never know me." Her eyes spoke volumes too. They were wise, infinitely wise, and seemed to look not just through me, but into me. I felt that she could see ever dream that I held in my heart, every thought that crossed my mind, every emotion that I had ever experienced. She seemed all innocence and wisdom, strange as that may seem. Experience and ignorance were mixed in her almost black gaze. I had never seen anyone quite like her, especially not here, walking around my college campus. Her beauty was completely incongruous here, in this place of denim short shorts and tank tops, short blonde hair pulled high into ponytails, and baby blue and pink book bags. Her hair was long, it almost touched the ground, and deep, deep emerald green. Her eyes were almost the same shade of red as a ruby, or garnet. Her clothes were simple and tasteful, not the sporty casual look that was so popular among the students at my school. A slender black dress reached to just above her knees and her shoulders, which were bared by the spaghetti straps of the dress, were covered by a thin, gauzy black mesh. She carried no books, no bag, just herself. And she was walking my way. I looked on, entranced, and wondered why a girl like that, who obviously could run the campus of this all girl's school, would want to talk to a girl like me.
I was a nobody. Very few of the other girls even knew that I existed, and that was only because I helped them with their homework. I had knee-length blonde hair, riddled with tiny streaks of white. My eyes were pale cerulean. I was tiny, only about five feet even. My clothes were rather tasteless, a baggy pink shirt, over which I had thrown a pair of overalls, which were also baggy. There was a massive back pack thrown over one of my shoulders. When the girl reached me, I waited for her to speak. She just stood there, looking at me with her odd, unreadable red eyes. Finally, she spoke, just three simple words that would change my life. "You are she." Needless to say, I was confused. I was who? And who was she? Then, the girl continued. "Nightfyre ... I have looked long for you." Nightfyre ... wait a minute. My name is Lamia. I thought.
"Who are you?" was the only question I could ask. She smiled in a mysterious way.
"You may call me Setsuna," were her only words of introduction before she turned to walk away. When I stood behind, watching her go, she turned back to me and gestured for me to follow her. I did, perhaps blindly.
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