Year 541, New World
Two girls, were laughing and running in the flower fields of Aesta, with not a care in the world. One girl wore a tight black hat covering her hair while the other girl had hers in a tight ponytail and both wore the same white frilled dress, black leather shoes, and velvet coloured bracelets. They played for hours on end until the bright sun turned a shade of crimson, signalling the end of the day. Finally exhausted, they both lied down side by side, on a small grassy hill overlooking their peaceful city, wondering how time could pass this quickly.
"Hey Virgo, why do you always wear that hat?" asked one of the girls
"Oh, uh," stuttered the other "No reason."
"Why don't you take it off, you'll look much better without it."
"No."
"Come on, we're best friends. Even if you are bald underneath, I wouldn't laugh at you."
"No."
Although the girl looked disappointed, she grinned to herself mischievously and waited for the other girl to drop her guard. Without warning, she reached for the other girl's hat and jerked it off.
"Alea! What are you doing?!" shouted Virgo Miragwynn.
A penetrating silence followed. The girl stared at Virgo's dark green hair and pointed ears, in a state of perplexed shock. She began to frown and stand up slowly. Virgo looked at her with watering eyes as she saw her friend stare at her with a look of disgust.
"Please, Alea. We're best friends. Right?" Pleaded Virgo, tears beginning to fill her eyes.
"Here. I got this for your birthday." She said desperately while forcing herself to smile. Virgo reached for an envelope in her pocket.
A drop of water tapped onto a leaf.
Virgo reached out her arm to hand over a handwritten letter to the other girl. Their hands connected. She felt confident that her friend would accept her. They had known each other for 3 years after all. She recalled all the past memories and experiences they had shared and naively thought that their bond cannot be broken by something as insignificant as her heritage.
The drop of water became two, and, four, and in no time, a thousand, a million, and eventually, an unending downpour of rain.
Suddenly, the other girl jerked the shaking hand out of its fragile grasp, threw the girl's letter to the wet ground and shouted at the top of her lungs
"Get away from me, filthy elf!"
The other girl tore off her velvet bracelet, turned, and ran away.
Rain scattered violently with the direction of the roaring of the wind, the sound masking the sobs of a girl on top of a hill, clutching a drenched letter smudged with dampened ink. All Virgo could feel at that moment were betrayal, anguish, and hatred for herself, for being born with elf blood.