Lost Little Girl of the Garden
1
I'll tell you now that whatever I am telling you in this piece of paper is the truth. Even though I am locked up in here without my consent, and my mental instability, I know and I have seen the truth. That is the reason they shackled me in chains and confined me these dungeons.
I am restating this to you, this is the truth, and it did indeed occur. Of who I am, it matters not, for my days in Academy City is numbered, and I've heard that a Kihara, that infamous family of the darkness of the city, will come to take care of my person, which I could only assume that they will render my erasure from the records of Academy City, just like that girl, permanent. How I could render this story to you in this piece of paper is by all means and definition beyond the concept of Personal Reality, and is not my own power, and as a student of the city, I was mocking at first of its existence, though now I have seen the light, even though I can scarcely tell on how the mechanisms of my story being written and being channeled to someone in this city at random, I have begun to trust it, my only way to get the truth out, this magic paper and pen given to me by an olive skinned man with an air of royalty surrounding him.
Now, to the matter at hand, although, no one seems to recall, a certain girl who lived within the closely kept confines of the beautiful School Garden, and attended the prestigious Tokiwadai Middle School, by the name of Kaname Sora, once existed. I say once, because all known records of her and of her existence, on paper or in the mind of the people she had all contacted within the city have been thoroughly expunged, and though I am digressing here, I fear that I am the last one who knows of her. And though people whom I knew tell me no such person ever lived in that area and in that school, I am adamant of my beliefs. They call me crazy, but she did exist. I know she did, because I have met her—once.
To begin my tale, it is required that I need an introduction. I'd like to talk about that girl who they insist isn't real. Kaname Sora was a 13-year-old middleschooler enrolled in Tokiwadai Middle School. She is a scholar and by all means one of those success stories that fill the pamphlets of Academy City's propaganda, the poster girl of which is the Railgun of course, as she was a Level 0 that had managed to "climb up the Leveling Ladder", so to speak, becoming a Level 3 Telepathic esper. And though her level and ability is not in anyway unique or unusual, her inspiring story made her a darling of Academy City's propaganda. She was a Child Error, which made her story even more interesting to those who favor romances of hard work and determination, in short, the lowest denominator. Looking back now, it is unknown how the have managed to hide and erase her existence from the city, a damnation memoriae, as she was somewhat a media darling, though not to the extent of the Railgun, though since this is the highly advanced Academy City I'm sure there is some incredibly contrived method whither they can actually erase an entire person's exist unlike the tyrants and dictators of the empires of old.
Of her appearance, she was a girl with dark brown hair and eyes. Her figure was that of a typical middleschooler, utterly undeveloped in certain areas, but she had her charm. Her fair skin still retained the wonderful smoothness of a child, and so was her body who was still unbetrayed by the passage of Time. A petite girl, but was still retained the signs of womanhood. There was a certain allure in her childishness. (Perhaps—now that I've regret it—that if she didn't take the form of a delicate nymph that was birthed by all the beauties of the untainted earth, perhaps I could be saved from this damnation of memory, perhaps she would still be remembered, though, that alone is not to be blamed.)
In spite her looks and of her social position, both as a representative of Academy City's success, overshadowed alone by the Railgun, and as a student of Tokiwadai Middle School, Kaname led an extremely unremarkable life. She was not gifted in talents, but only had the sense of hard work, and as such she had wonderful greats and results in her System Scans. At this point, seeing no need to work further to that of a Level 4, she remained relatively static with her existence, not doing anything at all remarkable with her powers, with academic studies, or with extracurricular activities. This was exacerbated by her appearance, as in although she was not ugly, she did particularly stand out with her peers, who had all the conveniences of modern cosmetics at their grasp. People who are aware of her position, will not recognize completely, as her position as a representative is extremely downplayed to that of the Railgun, and would three glances at her to make sure of her appearance even if they did recognize her. Basically, her appearance blended too much with the other residents of that School Garden. (Perhaps, she would be saved now if the many people that were in that walled garden of European aesthetics could've recognized her. Perhaps, if they noticed her walking in strange hours and in queer places, then she would have not to deal with these—I would not have to deal with this situation. Such a folly of thinking, and I don't like to think about it. I apologize to her and to the reader for my thinking of such foolishness. That wonderful young girl should not be the one at fault here; this was just a terrible twist of fate.)
However, despite her unremarkable current life and appearance, there was something that was unique to that lovely young girl that I find quite endearing (even perhaps what had lead to her untimely and saddening demise), her love of long walks in the cobblestone streets of the walled European facsimile.