Prologue

Once upon a time, in a universe just a little bit different from ours, a wizard was born. And as everyone said, he was a little bit different himself, for he was born with great power. It's not as it was prophesied from the beginning of his world's creation, his birth was not celebrated with honors, but since the day he was born, he held the power of creation himself.

And thus he was feared, as much as he was respected and as much he was depended on by others. And he could tell, that no matter how much he studied, no matter how much he trained and worked to keep his power in check, no matter how much he tried to put his gift to good use, noone could look past his power.

Well, almost noone. In this world where magic was everything, he managed to make an unlikely friend. The said friend wondered into this lonely garden just like that one day, his green hair were a bit messy and though he was clearly lost, he just smiled and gave him his name. And he kept coming back, again and again, wearing his unchanging, sincere smile. And somehow, though the wizard would not openly admit it, it made him happy.

After all, not many things made him happy in his life. Not even his great castle, or his great power. Of course, he always felt -or should we say he was taught- that he should feel grateful for what he had. Teachings were absolute to him, and that was because in general, he could no tell if he truly felt anything towards the others... or his powers... or his wealth. He was not sure if he was sad, or proud or glad... Not to say that he did not feel anything at all. For example, he would be really grateful if he could describe that annoying feeling he was experiencing that day.

In his small garden, under the shadow of a lonely willow tree by the lake, his friend was laughing happily with a girl. He was running his fingers softly through her golden hair and she was looking back at him with loving eyes, placing her hand over his. He was happy for him of course, yes, that was certain, but the thought that he'd rather have her look at him like that pierced his heart and he could not make that horrible sensation go away. Did he want her for himself or did he want to experience what they shared, he wasn't sure and that uncertainty troubled him even more.

Regretfully enough, he could not bring himself to ask his friend what that feeling was. It felt inappropriate somehow. And though he searched for an answer alone, he wasn't able to find one. And, sadly, the most logical conclusion for him, was to distance himself from them as much as he could, because every time they were together he felt that he wanted to own their happiness... And that frightened him. The reason was that he was never sure if he was able to keep his power fully in check. By letting his desired free, maybe he would change reality itself. It happened in the past, when he was younger, why wouldn't it happen now? Would controlling others according to his will would make him happy?

But still, he couldn't help it. Even though he knew he was contradicting himself, these moments of happiness meant a lot to him. He could not part from them completely. So there he was, smiling with them, despite that bittersweet feeling.

"Happy birthday" she said, presenting him with a rather unremarkable box. He was a bit surprised when he opened it. The little kitten let a small meow. It wasn't an unusual companion for a wizard, but a white one was an uncommon choice and surely it didn't completely fit his image. Odd, he thought but thanked them nevertheless. Though, how should he call it? He was not great at naming. His troubled expression wasn't hard to read as it seemed.

"How about naming her Elizabeth?" she suggested.

Not a bad name per se. And so, after looking at that small creature's eyes, he wondered if maybe... Just maybe, his wish was answered. As Elizabeth meowed and made herself comfortable in his arms, he realized that, unlike humans, she would keep him company for who he truly was and not because of the power he was holding. The fact that she was brought to him when a thread of confusing feelings was suffocating him felt like fate and but him at ease. He was grateful.

Since then, years passed. Andwhile the flowers in his garden grew bigger and more beautiful, he was spending his days growing more and more distant. Detached from almost everything, emotions almost stopped making sense to him. Maybe he didn't need them at all. People started to wonder if he had a heart. A cold stare, icy words... Even his people kept their distance. All he needed was his garden, Elizabeth and himself, these were his thoughts although from time to time he was drowning in a sweet nostalgia for the days he was spending more time his friends.

That's what he had decided. But was it really enough? That thought was coming back to him from time to time. It was one of those days, while nonchalantly spending time by the river, petting his beloved Elizabeth, when doubts started to grow in him again. If it was really enough, why he could not get rid of this uneasy and awful feeling? At least he could tell, that he hated feeling like this. He really... really hated it.

Furious at himself, he grabbed his purple cloak, right over the place of his heart. How could he make it go away? What was this feeling anyway? Don't you ever feel lonely? The words of his friend echoed in his mind, he had asked him that with a sad expression. Did he really feel lonely? If that was the case, was he feeling lonely from the moment he was born? He clenched his teeth and let a growl. He could not take it anymore. That empty feeling...

Elizabeth jumped out of his arms and landed a few steps away from him, her back legs just barely touched the water. She meowed worryingly. That snapped him out of it. He should be more careful. His inability to short out his feelings almost made Elizabeth fall into the lake, what a failure of an owner he was. He reached out his hands to pick her up, but she backed away. That brought his attention to the lake's surface.

At first, he rubbed the temple of his nose and closed his eyes for a moment in disbelief. He thought his mind was playing tricks. But as the small ripples disappeared, he could see it clearly... the image of a girl, under a starry knight, hugging her knees, sitting by the sea. The wind blew her short, dark brown hair softly, making her bangs fall slowly on her forehead, almost covering her light brown eyes. She was wearing weird, plain clothes but the scenery seemed so alien when so alluring to him, a million lights here illuminating the background. A strange city.

He noticed a small light coming out from a black, weird device she was holding in her hand, though she was not paying attention to it. Her expression seemed so serene, that he crawled closer, eager to take a better look.

Who was she? Was she the answer to his question? Was she an illusion made out of his powers?

Even as these questions popped in his mind, he couldn't help it. His fingers touched the water longingly, creating a few small ripples and with them, a melody broke the silence of his lonely garden. First the voice of a man accompanied by the music... and then hers, awkwardly following the lyrics of the song... A sad love song. Surprised at first that he could hear her and that he could understand her, he sat back, unable to take his eyes of her, feeling his heart beating faster and faster and faster...

Who are you?

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Hello! It's your rusty writer Error205. Thanks for reading the prologue of this story! The angst! Sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes, my english are not very good but I do hope that you will give a chance to the second chapter as well! I'm currently enjoying the game and got inspired after a long time to write a fanfic after consuming a lot of videos and fan theories. Lack of sleep may of may have not made this prologue make no sense. Anyway, thanks for reading!