In the shadows of a starry night, two blue orbs were gazing at the sky. The moon was bathing the countryside with a soft and reassuring glow. A human layed on the grass, deep in thoughts. It had been a week since she sent her letter down Mount Ebott's crater. It was a foolish idea that started with a simple legend circulating among Ebott City inhabitants.
After all, it was common to tell local tales to newcomers. Some neighbors brought her cake or pie, others brought old stories. And between embarrassing anecdotes and funny runs of bad luck, she had heard something that froze her to the bone. It was a legend about a war and monsters sealed away because of human's intolerance and hunger for power. While the storyteller had been really enthusiastic about it, she only felt sadness and grief for the oppressed ones, slaughtered and deprived of light. After this story, she had went straight to bed, being too uncomfortable to care about cooking. The night was spent tossing and turning, having nightmares.

The following days weren't any better. The young woman couldn't set her mind on something without thinking about the war. She felt like those teenagers who tell each other some creepy stories, not really believing them but not totally sure that they're fake and imagining things afterwards. God, did she felt stupid!
However, as time went by, an idea made its way through her brain. She could always send a "message in a bottle" to test the waters. If there was an answer, then... Then... It was ridiculous...
But ridiculous or not, she did it. A few days later, she had dropped a letter in the pit of the mountain.

A freezing gust of wind brought her back from her thoughts and she realized how tired she was. Too preoccupied by her memories, she didn't noticed that it was time for her to go to sleep. She had to work the following day, which meant meeting new people, having to talk to them and seem friendly no matter how she felt. It was always difficult to be accepted in a group of persons when you were new and hesitant. Her past had been a lesson... If you show any sign of weakness, people will use it against you. That's exactly why she was stressed out. She knew how she reacted in front of possible dangers. When it came to protection, she was ready to fight like an animal. It had always been a big problem of her personality, causing trouble for her as much as for her family. They would have wanted their little girl to be social, to make lots of friends... But they had a young woman that was running away from society she didn't fully understood, seeking solace in Art.
She sighed, disliking the path her thoughts were taking. Her parents weren't here anymore to make her feel different and deceiving, it wasn't the right moment to dwell on that. The air was way too cold for her and the night was here since a long moment. It was time to go. With one swift motion she picked up her coat and put it on, returning to the quietness and solitude of her apartment with a hint of biterness.

When she arrived, her neighbors were inebriated, singing loudly on awful music and she could hear many feminine giggles. The night would be long... Again. She hated loud people... Another flaw of hers. She wasn't as lively as other youngsters of her age, favouring peace and quiet. Another shout, another giggle and she tightened her fists, murmuring to herself:

-"People really don't know anything about respect."

But as soon as she said that, she felt guilty. It wasn't their fault if she was this lugubrious.
As she sat on her bed, her eyed wandered until they found writing paper scattered across the kitchen table and her mind started wandering again. A sigh escaped her lips... She hadn't received any answer from Mount Ebott, so she should have been relieved. All about this legend was fake, only meant to scare children and keep them from the mountain. After all, an accident could arrive at any moment and she could imagine how dreadful it would be to have kids falling in the crater. Yeah... It must have been a way to protect people, a normal and common thing…

So why was she frustrated by this?