01. Fairies and Humans
“I am a fairy. Human, I’m glad to meet you!”
After a lively greeting, I eagerly wiped the tears from the child’s eyes. I reached over and grabbed the corners of his lips and pulled them up.
I wanted to see the child smile, but I couldn’t see it because my body was stuck to the child’s cheek.
I was a little sad, but still, after doing what I wanted to do all the time, I felt refreshed and laughed.
“You know, I like you. Do you want to be friends with me?”
I flew around him. I laughed as I watched the twinkling powder fall from my wings and smeared all over the child’s face and clothes.
“What is your name? How old are you?”
Until birth, that is, in a ‘fetal’ state, a fairy feels one-dimensional desire and curiosity about the surrounding environment, and devotes all of her consciousness to making the body.
When the water is stagnant, they cannot speak and their actions are limited, so they cannot actively satisfy their desires and curiosity.
If they want to release it, it’s like when a baby bird hatches an egg. They must have the will to be born and become a fairy.
“Where are you? Why are you alone in this place? Why are you tied up with restraints? What are you doing every time you go out with that human man? Why did that man hit you just before?”
Before I was even born, I had to pile up my questions.
“What did you think of me? How did you feel when you looked at me? Do you like me too? How do I look now? Pretty? Is it your taste?”
But now that I’m a fairy, I don’t have to be patient. I scrambled to ask questions. Read only at pm tl.
“What are you thinking now? Is there anything you want to say to me?”
The child was silent the whole time I was bustling and asking questions. He was just looking at me blankly as I was flying around.
I barely got out of the excitement, tilted my head, and flew to the tip of the child’s nose.
I said hello again, but this time there was no reply. The child always said ‘yes’ to the man, so he must have been unable to speak.
“Why don’t you say anything? Say something. Don’t you want to talk to me? Or do you not know what to say?”
It’s sad if he didn’t want to say anything, but it would be even sadder if he didn’t know how to say it.
Humans are creatures that communicate through structured language. A human of this age is bound to be able to speak, but if he can’t speak, why?
I looked at the gloomy child carefully.
The child who awakened me into a flower fairy was so small that I thought he was six years old in human age, and his figure was so thin that his skin was sticking to his bones.
His dull grayish-brown hair was sparse, as if it had been roughly cut. His skin, full of scratches, was rough, and his lips were chapped and it looked as if it stinged.
Even his limbs were bound by cast iron restraints. The chain connecting the restraint device and the wall was long enough to only move around in this narrow room.
Why is this child locked up in a place like this? Humans are social creatures that live in groups and interact with each other, and only this child was separated from such concepts.
I have a lot of time, so I’ll take it slow.
If he doesn’t answer, I’ll just wait, and if he doesn’t answer, I’ll find out. Above all, I was more concerned about the child’s condition than the reason why he was now locked up.
I looked around. The cold that I had forgotten groped my body softly.
Cold. I was born after staying here for a long time, so I was tolerant of the cold, but it was still cold.
I flew to the child again. The child was staring at me in the distance without blinking an eye.
I reached out and pressed my palm to his trembling cheek. Unsurprisingly, he froze.
“Are you cold too?”
I thought for a moment that I would have liked to become a fire fairy, but even if given the opportunity to decide the first attribute again, I would still become a flower. Because the loneliness that soaked me was such a strong emotion that transcended all of it.
“Does it hurt from being hit? Shall I rub it?”
I couldn’t see it because there were many wounds on his body, but it looks like he was hit badly. Why hit a little boy like that? Even before I was born, I felt sorry for the child, but now he looked so pitiful that I had to hold back my tears.
“Look at me.”
Was the wound from the beating a bruise? First, examine the wound and, if the wound is too severe, get some medicine to help heal the bruise.
It was the moment I took my hand off the child’s cheek. The child who was just staring blankly at me suddenly sniffled.
The boy put his face toward me, sniffled and wrinkled his nose. Do I smell? I closed my eyes and pushed my face out so that he could sniff me to my heart’s content.
How long has it been-
Suddenly, my hair curled up.
As soon as I opened my eyes, screaming in surprise, my hair snapped into the child’s mouth.
What, what? I was startled and hardened, but the child chewed my hair like gum.
He couldn’t get enough of it, and was sucking it up so hard, it felt like his hard teeth were going to reach my scalp in an instant.
I was blown away. Why is he like this all of a sudden?
“Don’t eat! Don’t eat!”
Pulling my hair and screaming not to eat did not slow the speed of the teeth coming in. A damp breath spurted out from just above my head.
I feel a sense of crisis. If I do this, I will bite through the face to the core. Am I going to be cut in two by my first person’s teeth as soon as I’m born? My hair was bleached white.
As I burst into tears in embarrassment, the crackling sound of his teeth stopped suddenly.
I shook my head as I grabbed my hair.
“Do not eat. ”
As soon as I was freed from the child, I backed away and stuck to the wall.
“You’re bad! How could you try to eat me!”
Full of betrayal, I screamed, but the child just looked at me with eyes that seemed confused and did not know what to do.
This was the first time I had ever seen another different expression.
I couldn’t help it. Even before I was born, I enjoyed seeing his various expressions, and I coughed.
“Don’t eat me. Never eat me. Understand?”
The child then laid sideways on the floor without answering. With the side of his head on the floor, he looked at me, who was glued to the corner of the room and the wall next to it.
What’s with that strange reaction? I slowly walked over and looked down at the child’s face. As if the last time he chewed my hair was hard, he looked helpless, as if all his energy had waned. The embarrassment that was cute earlier from him was no longer felt.
Behind his slowly blinking eyelids, there were empty eyes that I had seen before. He seems to be a bit sad…
I had a question because he had never looked at me with such dead eyes.
Why? Why are you looking at me with these eyes?
Because he couldn’t eat my hair?
“Did you want my hair to eat like that?”
The most plausible questions were asked, but no answers were returned.
“It wouldn’t taste good…”
I tilted my head and remembered that he wouldn’t say anything
Something twinkled in my mind.
If you don’t know, I can become a teacher and teach you!
“You don’t want to talk to me, do you? You don’t know what to say?”
As there was still no response, my confidence waned a little.
“Just say one word, ‘yes,’ as you would answer that man, okay? Then I will tell you…”
I’ll teach you. I don’t know if I can teach well, but I’ll try. Before I could say anything else, the child suddenly pricked his ears and jumped up to his feet.
I hesitated in surprise, but the child picked me up roughly.
I screamed in pain from him holding me so tightly that I fell to the floor and crouched. I clenched my fist against my chest and felt the floor with my other hand.
Not long after, the iron door swung open.
It was the voice of the man who trampled on me earlier.
The boy’s body was about to tremble.
The child’s body shook violently.
The child’s upper body was lifted up slightly. I barely lifted my face and saw his large, thick hands clasping the nape of the child’s neck. His thumb was pressing on his flat neck.
“Where did it go?”
Eyeballs protruding from the back of the child’s shoulders gleamed and the child leaned down and scanned the floor.
“Huh? Where did the weeds I stepped on go?”
“Did you eat it?”
“This bastard is annoying! Vomit it!”
A dull noise could be heard from above me.
“Spit it out! Vomit!”
Despite the man’s merciless touch, the child did not let out a single groan.
The smell of fishy blood permeated the entire room from the child’s slender hands. The child clenched all five of his fingers and clenched his teeth.