Born in the mighty Burmecian kingdom to a noble family, I always had what I wanted. I had succulent food, several personal maids, the best tutors, and all the clothes and toys I wanted. My parents pampered me and showered me with love. I can only recall their faces vaguely. My father was a big, jolly man with an enormous moustache, and my mother, an elegant and quiet countess.

I grew up to be one of the loveliest girls in Burmecia, but also the most spoiled. I was arrogant. I knew nothing about the world outside. The home was my shell. But that was all to change.

It was around midnight. I was fast asleep in my feather bed. The sky was jet black, dotted with tiny pinpricks of stars. It seemed just like another night. Little did I know that it would turn my life around. Let me tell you that outside Burmecia, there lived a rather violent rebel group, who was not happy with His Majesty at all. Not even one bit. And it did not help much that my father always supported the King.

"Miss! Miss! Wake up!" Someone shook me roughly. Incensed at the person for disturbing my sleep, I got up, my eyes blazing.

"Miss, there's no time to argue! Some rebels have attacked your parents' house! They're armed with spears and axes! You'd better escape by using the escape behind the fireplace!" the servant said in an urgent tone.

I immediately dashed to the fireplace and pulled the lever, with all my might. The fireplace slowly rumbled to the right, leaving a big, gaping hole. I was ignorant at the time, so I searched for my journal. It was a book in which I wrote down my innermost feelings and thoughts. I did not want even my parents to see it, let alone a group of rebels.

A pair of hands grabbed me and shoved me into the hole. I opened my mouth to protest, but the servant said, "Hurry! Your life is more valuable than your belongings! Get out quickly!"

I nodded and the servant pulled the lever, closing the hole. I ran for my life, my footsteps echoing against the walls. I looked back and saw the servant locked in a fierce battle with a rebel. The hole closed completely, but not before I heard the servant's piercing scream.

I sprinted towards the exit and quietly sneaked over to one of the alleyways. I crouched down and watched as my beloved house was razed to the ground by those rebels. I knew, deep down, that I had become a parentless pauper overnight.

I was 14 at that time.

I wandered around for a year, keeping a low profile. I disguised myself by cutting my hair. When I turned 15, I decided to enlist in the Burmecian Army. I was determined to kill those rebels who took my life and parents away from me. The king had grown wiser by then, so he stepped up security.

One day, I was busy training with my weapon-a spear. The sight of it slicing the air thrilled me. Aderaline flowed in my veins. Suddenly, I felt a sharp, searing pain in my left arm. I looked down to find a gaping gash. I dropped to the ground, overwhelmed by the excruciating pain. I was so occupied with the wound that I did not see a boy approaching.

"It hurts alot, right?"

I whipped around to find a boy staring down at me. He had fine features and a toned, muscular body. I cast my eyes on the ground shyly and blushed a little.

"Fratley," he offered, holding out a hand.

"Freya," I mumbled, taking it.

He smiled at me. "Well, Freya, you seem like a very nice girl. I'm sure we'll be very good friends. How would you like to train with me?"

I accepted. From that day, we started intensive training. We worked hard, played hard, and discovered each other's strengths and weaknesses. Under Fratley, I discovered my potential in spears. I trained hard and improved my skills, until I became the strongest cadet in my division.

Years passed. I worked my way up, and was eventually knighted. Fratley was overjoyed when he heard the news. He had been knighted a few years before me. I then realized that I had to tell him how I really felt about him. I knew I had to.

He heard me out before replying hoarsely: "I knew it, Freya, I knre it all along. I had feelings for you ever since you were 19. I love you." We hugged.

A few years later, he told me that he wanted to explore the world and see what it was like. I let him go, but bound him to a promise: Come back.

He never came back. I searched the skies, the horizons, the seas, but I never found him. I spied him only once, at Cleyra. He had no memory of me. He had no memory of the times we had spent together. He was lost in exploring the world. He left Cleyra just as quickly as he came.

I did not know how I felt when he did that. I could not comprehend my emotions at that time. I did my reflections on a starry night in Alexandria. No one saw me crying.

If he's been killed since, he'll be in Heaven waiting for me. If not, then he's wandering out there, thinking only of himself. But no matter what, I'll still love him. I know I'm just a memory, stored away in his subconscious mind. Maybe, if I die, I can convince him in Heaven.

"Freya, are you okay?"

I turned around to find Steiner looking at me worriedly. I then realized that tears had been coursing down my cheeks all this while, without my noticing them.

I took a deep breath. "Yes, Steiner, I'm alright, " I replied.