Between thousands and thousands of dimensions, an old woman was wandering. If you were lucky enough, you would meet her one day.
She looked like a crone, but if you came close to her, you could see she wasn't as old as she seemed to be at first sight. She wrapped herself in a shapeless cloak, but it couldn't hide her chiseled figure. Her hair wasn't grey; it just had a strange bluish hue only faeries from wonderland may have. Her face kept marks of all difficulties and sufferings she had met but still was beautiful. And her eyes were so filled with sadness and grief, which made her look thousand years older.
"I am looking for a girl." Her voice was calm and quiet, and yet there were notes of begging and despair. "She is full of magic, rainbows, and giggles. Her eyes are like the sky in the spring. Her hair is like mellow wheat. Her smiles are warmer than sunshine. Did you see this girl?"
"Who is she?" the wanderer had been asked many times. And every time she had frowned and shook her head, but her memory had continued to betray her. "I… I don't know," she had said with a distracted smile. "The only thing I know I need to find her. So, did you meet her?"
But nobody she had spoken with couldn't help. She nodded with understanding, but the pain in her heart went deeper. She left and went to another city, kingdom, dimension. And everyone she had asked about her loss felt a strange mix of sadness and bliss. No one who had met her doubt she was a mighty creature. Powerful and yet grieved.
The wanderer had lost a count of days years ago. The road between the universes had become her only life. And she had never asked herself - how she did that? Who was the girl she was looking for so hard? Did her traveling worth all suffering? She had never asked because she had not need answers. There was the thing she must have done.
And once her road had led her to a bank of a lake filled with molten lava. Black sand burned her bare feet, but she didn't mind pain. She walked and continued her perpetual search.
"Excuse me," she noticed a local. "Could you help me? I am looking for a girl. She is full of magic, rainbows, and giggles. Her eyes…"
The local listened to a description and scratched his horned head. "Well… it seems to be our princess."
"Princess?" A spark of hope lit up in her heart. It was something she had known before.
"Oh, yes. Full of magic, and rainbows, and fire, and what else you said? Giggles, right."
"What is her name? How could I find her?" she asked ready to move already.
"Princess Susan. She lives in the castle. Where else could she live?" her collocutor answered.
"S-s-ssss," she tasted this name. There was something familiar in it.
"On the other hand," he continued thoughtfully, "it couldn't be our Susan. Her eyes are purple, not blue, and the hair is more pinkish than blond, and she isn't very into smiles. Rather smirks."
The spark in the lady's heart died out.
"Right. She isn't that girl I am looking for," the wanderer said tiredly. "Thank you for your concern."
"You welcome," he nodded. Then the demon noticed how sad the wanderer was and add, "Cheer up, ma'am. You'll find that gal, I bet."
For the first time in years, she smiled.
"Thank you once more."
"Hey, if you're looking for the blonde girl, you should visit…" he turned away for a moment, but when he looked at the lady, she had gone.
"Strange," the local thought and shrugged. He returned to his own business and almost forgot about this unusual conversation.
A/N: I haven't decided yet if Moon and Star should meet or not. What do you think?
