Fifteen-year-old Kiseki Knight sits outside on a field, playing with the flowers as she waits for her parents to return home. She never understood why they left, or why their note had been so… weird.

Our Dear Kiseki,

We know this will come as a shock. This day was doomed to come any time, what with the illness your father and I have. The last thing we want is for you to contract it as well, so we must leave you and let nature take its course.

We love you.

What even does it mean to "let nature take its course?" Nature is beautiful and wonderful, not ill and certainly not giving illnesses to others. She determined the day she found that note that it must be some odd prank her parents were playing on her, and so she waited each day for their return. Every day. Weeks. Months. And now, years. But they will return, because they are her parents and-

"Honestly. What are we going to do? The war keeps raging on, with no end in sight!" A female's voice rung in Kiseki's head.

"I told you before, I am working on a plan." This time it was a male voice, sounding very impatient.

"And the humans-" she began.

"Do not question me! I am a king!" he bellows, sounding eerily familiar.

"A stupid one!"

"However you may view me, old friend, we must-"

It clicks. This was the voice of that dragon! Her savior! The red dragon cloaked in fire that saved her from the fire, with wind whipping all around her.

"Excuse me!" Kiseki calls out, her mind echoing in the duo's minds as she uses her extraordinary gift of telepathy. "Who are you? Are you that red dragon that saved me? I need to know!"

"Who are you, girl?" the male voice replies.

"My name is Kiseki."

"And where are you?"

"In the field."

"How are you speaking to me?" he asks, suspicion laced in his voice.

"I have always been able to hear others' thoughts. My parents called it a gift, although the kids at school called me names for it."

"Come closer, child." Kiseki is shocked. The man's voice comes from outside her head this time, and she sees a man in red robes with a red tint to his skin standing next to a ghostly pale woman draped in ethereal white robes. Both have an otherworldly appearance.

Kiseki is heartbroken. No way a human was the one that saved her that fateful day.

The woman hisses, "We should not have contact with her. This human-"

"Leave us. Please. I wish to speak to her."

The woman was shocked. He never requested anything of anyone, demanding instead. And he certainly never used the word "please."

She sighs. "Alright, but remember: no human should know the secret of the dragons, not even a special one."

"I know. Just humor me."

With that, the woman turns around, leaving Kiseki and the man all alone.

"Girl, tell me your name again."

"Kiseki."

He gestures toward her, his arm open wide. "Come. I wish to get to know you better. Where did you come from? What do you know about your childhood? Where are your parents?"

The two spend their day getting to know one another and having fun together. Kiseki takes him to her garden and shows off the beautiful flowers that she has been growing. The man asks her various questions about herself and her life, and turns very worrisome when he hears of her being all alone.

"You have no one?"

"I don't mind it. My parents are coming back soon anyway."

"May I read their letter?"

Kiseki dutifully hands him the letter, and his eyebrows scrunch together as he reads it.

"You say they are coming back?"

"Of course! They are my parents, after all."

He gives her a pitying look but says nothing more. He gently lays down the letter in her hand, clasping her hand as he does so. "May I talk to you telepathically every now and then?"

"Sure! When?"

"Whenever I can. I must leave you now, the sun is almost gone from the sky, beckoning me to leave."

"Will you visit me again? In person?"

He gives her a look with more knowledge than she could ever comprehend.

"As you wish, my lady."

He bows and kisses her hand before regretfully turning away and walking back into the forest in the same area he appeared.

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