Children. Some people think they are curse. The karma of the wrong doings in your past life that you will suffer. Some think they are your means to achieve your unfulfilled dreams. But rarely people attach their children with love. A love without expectations, a love without ambition, an affection for a pure child. An affection that this is my child, a symbol of our love and whole will be raised with love.
...But are children always born from love? Are they all lucky as to get the pure love? Some fight for expectations. While some run away from it. Some want attention and some want to run away from it. Some want to make their parents dream come to and some, run away from it. And in the midst of all these when someone appears, who is showered with pure love, knows only love and grew up with love, what will happen then? ...
...The person will attract all of them to her. The run aways will envy her, why her? The one who kept struggling will be jealous why her? In the midst of why her and why not me, they will forget the whole point and start a fight of 60 against 1.But not all will go against that person. 38 people will fight for her. Because they also hope to be loved purely like that. And the last one person, who was deprived of everything standing, becomes the villain, The Final Boss. ...
...Though a villain may look like a cruel being who gets all the hatred. But are villain's born villain?Who was the one who swayed them from good path, who gave them the values as to be such? Why did they become a villain or more exactly why did they choose to become a villain. ...
...But the person who kills, is that person a villain? Or the person who manipulated them is? Or is it the society? ...
...Everytime such things occur, we are always ready to blame someone. Throw our weight around and flaunt it. Sometimes, a mere mockery can lead to your demise and wish of pure heart can save you. ...
...When duke sees Asteria, greet him so politely and warmly, all the fears he had, my child may fear me, my child may hate me, my child may blame me, faded away. All he had was one thought in his mind. That's my child. He didn't care about his disposition as a duke or the war hero. He only thought he was a father, who met his daughter after so many years. And his daughter didn't fear him. ...
...In the celebration banquet, Asteria was the youngest of all. For the duke the journey of being a war hero has ended. From now on the journey of being a father to a small entity, which seems like if not protected will wilt easily has just started.....