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In the world of Dreams, Charlotte was not alone. During that one time of the day, she could indulge in endless company of characters she loved and adored. And in return, they would love and adore her. In her dreams, she had completely forgotten the burdens of real life. And so they would serve as her sanctuary, the one thing that kept her sane for all these years. Abandoned by her parents right after she was born, she was always alone. A tiny little human life, lying in the crib of an abandoned room. Abandoned house. She was not meant to survive without any care, but she did.
Because someone made sure she would. The Observer. A mysterious figure wearing a black suit and w mask made out of goat’s skull. She never even learned his true name, but here he was. Taking care of the baby clad in white colors, making sure she would not starve and that she could grow into adulthood. Was this done of his own will? Or the will of the puppeteer… a question that she could never possibly find an answer to. But regardless, she was grateful. Grateful to be alive and well at this very moment. With a loud yawn, she would realize that yet another day came to a close.
The Sun would slowly fall beyond the horizon, first dying the skies in crimson red and orange. Golden hues that would form the perfect painting for mortal eyes, only to fade away and let lose the eternal darkness of the Universe. As always, the girl would take a shower, change from her regular clothes to pajamas, brush her teeth and head for her bed. And along the way, a single fleeting thought would enter her mind. Did her life really change so much? Indeed, that it did. Most of her early years, she would spend sleeping. Indulging in that sweet world of her mind. For ten whole years.
Then, at the age of eleven, everything changed. 「Seth」 entered her life. A puppeteer that she belonged to. The way she saw it, humans of this world were nothing more than that. Puppets controlled by the puppeteers that remained in the True Realm. As such, she and everyone else had absolutely no free will. Some would find such story absolutely ridiculous. Others would succumb to it and lose all sense of self, their ego crumbling under the idea of their whole existence being controlled by someone else. But Charlotte did not mind it one bit. She was told she had no free will. And yet, she felt all the same.
Nothing changed for her. If she had no free will to begin with, then there was no point even thinking about it. After all, she knew not how it was to have free will. Or, if it was all a lie, how it was to not have free will. With no way to verify one or the other, there was truly nothing else left for her but to accept what she was told. And she was happy. Because she was alive and could now talk to her puppeteer at any moment. She was no longer alone even in the waking world. And as such, she would no longer spend all of her days sleeping away all her trouble.
Instead, she would stay awake and aware of the reality that was around her. And with the invisible and untouchable stings attached to her, she would eventually start learning how to deal with it all. She would be told of her impressive lineage and the fact that she is quite special, even among the pathetic puppets. She was told that her story would be quite an impressive one, so she should prepare for it. For it would soon start. Those were four more years of her life where she learned how to live like a proper human being. And at the age of fifteen, it all began.
「Seth」 would tell her to join a guild named Black Rose, one that resided in the very same town as she did. It was convenient, and the guild had a great variety of people to meet and work with. At the start, the girl was very timid and shy. She would rarely interact with others, and when she did, she would have great difficulties doing so. This went on for some time, but she started improving eventually. Now, she can talk even to complete strangers. And although she still stutters from time to time, she has come a long way from the beginning of her story.
She made a ton of progress. Perhaps more than was expected by the puppeteer. And now, something was happening. Something almost unaccounted for. Or perhaps it was done on purpose? After all, the puppeteer was supposed to be in the control of everything that happens in this realm. Surely there was no way something outside of their control could happen. Shaking her head, the young White Witch would chase the strange thoughts away as she sat down onto the edge of her bed, all prepared to embrace the night and sleep till the morning would wake her.
“Goodnight, Seth.” The same words she uttered every single day just before she would try to fall asleep. And so she did, slipping beneath the fluffy sheets and making sure she would stay warm throughout the colder night. While the winter holidays were long gone, it would still be a while before the weather outside would warm up again. Charlotte herself did not mind the cold too much, but just like any other human being, she felt much more comfortable in the average temperature one would normally exist in. And with closed eyes, embraced by the warmth and dark, she would drift away.
But in front of her, the hill still stood perfectly still and beautiful as ever. No… a hill? The girl’s body would suddenly jerk, like a person who is falling in their sleep. But instead of remaining in her bed, she just stumbled back and nearly fell over. Surely she closed her eyes in order to fall asleep, so why was she able to see? Why was she standing up instead of laying down? Perhaps she was dreaming already. Lucid dreams did not come easy to her and were far between, but they were not impossible. Realizing that this might have been the case, the young girl grew excited rather quickly.