A warm voice along with a gentle tap on the shoulder pulled me back. My neck moved and my head turned back, trying to find out who that figure was.

  It was my cousin named Ascella, who broke my daydreaming just now. Ascella told me that my grandmother Regina Sevilla, had been waiting for me for a while.

  Today Ascella and grandmother together with us planned to go around Vlaghju city. Enjoying the afternoon atmosphere decorated by the warmth of the sunset.

  At first my grandmother was a figure who was a bit scary but, slowly I could understand her concern.

  Vlaghju city has various high buildings lined up, blocking the sunlight. Everyone is touching each other, talking to each other, laughing, and angry. All emotions are seen in the middle of this quiet city.

  That warm light was orange in color shining on all of us.

  This is clearly different compared to a month ago, when I was still living in Kupika village.

  My footsteps since earlier stepped on the clean stone road, many lamp posts that were still not lit we passed. Grandmother held my hand, also Ascella's hand. Our steps were in sync.

  This is the first time I am in the middle of Vlaghju city. All faces felt foreign, even though the atmosphere was warm.

  We passed a bridge, below it there was a flowing river. My eyes saw through into that river. The bottom of the river was shallow with neatly arranged stones looking bright when hit by the warm sunlight.

  The sound of water rubbing against the boundary walls. Also the oar belonging to a man who was controlling his wooden boat. That sound seemed to unite accompanying the city atmosphere.

  Grandmother's footsteps approached the edge of this stone bridge, stopping at the same fence made of stone. Some of the stone surfaces were not smooth, looking holed with various different sizes.

  Grandmother released her grip from me and Ascella. Putting her hands on top of the fence, her eyes facing the same way toward the flowing river.

  I put my hands on top of the same fence as grandmother, also Ascella who did the same thing. The height of this fence was only below my chest.

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  Quiet air passed through me.

  I looked at the fence on the riverbank. Many people leaned, enjoying the view just like the three of us.

  "Pay attention to other people around here," said grandmother. My eyes glanced briefly at her face, grandmother looked in the same direction as I did.

  My eyes again glanced in various directions, everyone talking to each other. Even though their clothes were different, doing different activities, adults or not even, no matter if it was a man or woman they were all different.

  They did various activities that had the same goal. That is, trying to enjoy their own quiet atmosphere.

  I glanced at grandmother's face again. What was inside grandmother's head, when seeing all this. So far after meeting her, I could not understand. Different from Ascella, Ghyna, or aunt Riana.

  "In this world... humans are born not equal from the beginning," that voice came from grandmother's mouth, her tone a bit low.

  Her hand veins tensed as she gripped the fence tighter. Her hand skin was tight even though thin wrinkle lines were seen.

  "Destiny that regulates all humans is different"

  Grandmother spoke while looking in the same direction, like before. Ascella who was beside her earlier only listened.

  "Bodies, different hearts, even diverse characters"

  Grandmother's hand veins that were tensing began to relax slowly. Her right hand that was gripping the stone fence moved. I felt the warmth of a touch from behind my back, a warmth that could even penetrate my clothes.

  "Even so, all those differences can be simplified"

  "We.... who are born with power, are different from those who are not,"

  Grandmother slowly turned her face toward me. Her eyes looked back at my eyes, making me think about her words just now in my head over and over.

  "Sinhart, why do you think we are born special," grandmother asked, slightly breaking my focus. Before returning to divert her gaze from me.

  Why am I Sinhart Sevilla... born special?

  That is right... why am I... standing here... as one who is different from those around me.

  "That is because"

  "This world has suffering. The weak cannot defend themselves," said grandmother with a smile on her face.

  "Because of that we... who have power, will become their savior,"

  "Using our advantages for, good things for this world that is enough,"

  Good things in this world?

  The sound of river water splashing produced more sound, entering my ears slowly. Not far from me a man and a woman who stood side by side, it seemed they had just thrown a small stone from the side in the river.

  "I do not ask you to have to be a savior... good things in this world do not all come from saving,"

  The laughter of those two people who looked like a couple reached my ears. Their facial expressions looked happy, lit by the soft afternoon sun. Their happy feeling, when I saw it made me feel a bit happy too.

  "Everyone has their own path." Grandmother released her hand that was on my back, and returned to the stone fence.

  Their own path?

  "But... when you have chosen a path... never give up... on the path you choose," continued grandmother her voice was calm, in sync with the soft air in this city.

  When thinking about it I thought about how the life direction of everyone here, how the end of that young couple at the riverside would be.

  But, what would the end of me also be like.

  Another warm feeling was felt, this time on my shoulder. Ascella's hand touched me, she moved from beside grandmother to beside me. For a moment there was something I felt from inside my head, something foreign, my vision also went blurred for a second.

  That momentary strange feeling vanished facing the quiet atmosphere at the edge of this bridge.

  The sound of the river flowing slowly joined in filling this comfortable atmosphere. The warmth of the stone fence. People talking to each other. Also those who were doing the same thing as the three of us.

  All these new feelings, combined made me feel something new in my heart. A new thing that was calming like this moment that was only for a second.

  The quiet day with grandmother finished with us returning home quietly. A quietness that is hard to repeat.