She again.

It was the middle of the night and the only thing that shed light, besides the moon, were the white flowers that surrounded us.

The sight of that meadow was magical but at the same time painful.

Because ... it meant it would happen again.

A girl was standing in front of me and staring at the starry sky.

A gust of wind, as expected, moved her long blond hair to reveal her inhuman ears.

I didn't know her, but in two years she had always been present in my dreams.

By now I had memorized his beautiful features and knew by heart what was about to happen.

Every single night I experienced the same scene and for no logical reason, deep feelings of hatred were fueled by that sight.

And that hatred I felt was directed at myself.

[Please save her ... save my sister.]

As she said it, tears streamed from his emerald eyes.

She turned to me and a smile appeared on his face.

Other emotions appeared and my weak heart was carried away by that scene.

[If you smile ... why are you crying? ...]

I held my hand, trying to make me suffer,

but being a dream nothing happened.

[I already know how it will turn out ... but please let me reach you]

She didn't answer and turned to look at the sky.

The tears continued to flow and the smile showed no sign of dying.

I reached out in an attempt to grab her and push him against me.

I wanted to hug her and console her.

I wanted to make her stop making that pitiful face and tell her ...

- If you want to cry ... cry and I will be here to bear this pain with you. If you want to smile ... smile and I will be here to share your happiness.

And finally tell her I was there with her.

But ... those words got stuck in my mind.

My fingers had almost reached her, but suddenly ...

... everything has gone black.

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I took my head with both hands and ruffled my hair.

I was lying on the bed and as usual I thought about what had just happened.

If I had told anyone, they would practically not have believed me, but I, Fukuda Keiji, have lived the exact same dream every night.

Every single day of these two years I had seen that face and those tears and every time I had tried to reach her, failing miserably.

To be precise, the girl belonged to what we call the "elven" race.

They are often depicted as wizards and sorcerers and have had a much longer life than a normal human being.

They were just fictional characters, created only to entertain and dream.

In short, they weren't real.

Knowing this, however ... I lived that dream as if they were, I reflected on it and every day I waited for the evening to try to change things.

But of course I was just a puppet meant to move with strings.

[How can I do...]

I got up and began to prepare.

Aside from the dream, I had a life to live and as a normal student I had to go to school.

But ... a strange light flooded the room before I could do anything else.

The light was so blinding that I couldn't keep my eyes open.

[What's going on?]

- steps -

[Well there he is, Vye take the sack.]

[Um a sack?]

[Don't tell me you didn't take it ?!]

Two unknown female voices appeared in the room.

[Who is there?! Thieves? ]

Before they could respond, something hard hit my head and I fell to the ground.

[Who are you...]

The last thing I saw was ...

... a pair of horns.

[a demon? ...]