In the room of Silent Night Palace, Rorona was sitting in a wheelchair, silently listening to the movement from outside the room. When she heard the sound of the building roaring and collapsing and the uniform footsteps of patrolling guards coming one after another,
Then she understood that the critical moment mentioned by her sister had arrived, and she must seize the time to escape from here before the spirit summoning ceremony ended.
Having already made a decision, she would naturally not hesitate when it was time to act, so Rorona just took one last look at her room. Her eyes were particularly complicated, showing attachment and reluctance, as well as determination and awareness. Her childhood
Time had been spent here, and the gradually eroding shadows on the ceiling and the bitter medicinal smell permeating the sea constituted her entire impression of the memory, mixed with her mother's tender care for her, her sister's companionship and comfort, and the people around her.
With everyone's sympathy and loving eyes, they were whispering in private, discussing a curse that tortured the princess until she could sleep all night long... Rorona listened to them all, but remained calm.
Due to her injuries, she lost many things, including friendship, laughter, freedom and the right to be carefree. But at that time, the little girl who already understood that everything in the world has difficulties did not regard these lost things as regrets.
Instead, she calmly accepted her fate. If the Beloved of Crystal Snow is destined to regard continuing the glory of the Son of God as her mission, then let her shine forever on the throne of Nereids, because she has received
If you have enough, what you lose will not be so important.
But when did this idea change?
Probably after her sister arrived, or to be precise, after the night she and her sister watched shooting stars on the sea, she suddenly no longer wanted to be the heir of God, she just wanted to be herself, as Rorona, as an incompetent person.
A girl bound by any mission and living.
What changed her was a meteor that passed by the horizon, dragging a dazzling light trail, and fell into the end of the sea, in the human city. After seeing it, her sister said to her, perhaps to herself: "Meteor
Isn’t it beautiful?”
"Yes." She nodded lightly.
"Have you ever seen a shooting star, Lorena? I don't mean the kind that fly across the sky, but the kind that fall to the ground."
"No."
"That's right, after all, we all live in the sea."
When meteors fall into the sea, they will be extinguished in an instant and turn into dark, cold rocks. Such rocks are found everywhere in the sea, and it is not uncommon.
"Actually, sometimes, I also want to leave here and go to a distant place to see what the meteors that fall to the ground look like."
"Will you leave me, sister?"
"No."
"But, you just said..."
"I just want to chase the shooting star, but that is actually meaningless. Lorena, if a person wants to be free, then she should not just look at the trajectory of the shooting star and imagine it, she should let herself become that shooting star.
Right."
"Become a shooting star yourself?"
"That's right, although it just flashes in the night sky, no one can restrain it. Not the sky, not the sun and the moon, not other stars. I think that kind of light is the most beautiful in the world.
The light."
"But it will go out soon, right?"
Because it is fleeting, it does not exist forever.
"Then put it out." My sister suddenly turned around and showed her a sincere smile. That cheerful look seemed to be rarely seen since she came to Nereids. In most cases, she was taciturn.
As melancholy as a snowflake in late winter: "I don't think the shooting star releases its light for other people to see, right? So whether it shines or goes out, it is its freedom. Why should it care what other people think?"
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Whether it shines or goes out, it is its freedom and has nothing to do with others.
Rorona was touched by these words. She was occupied by a strange feeling. She felt that something had taken root in her ignorant mind, and that it was about to break ground one day in the future. She didn't know when.
And out. But what exactly is it? Ignorant and bitter emotions? Firm but unwilling awareness? Distant and confused longing? She doesn't know at all, but she is instinctively afraid of such things, because there is a premonition in the dark.
, as if it will change my future life.
"Rorona," in a daze, she heard her sister's voice ringing in her ears, hazy like mist, echoing like a tide: "Thank you."
……
From that day on, the eldest princess of the Nielid royal family finally became cheerful and had a smile on her face, which relieved her mother and teacher who were secretly worried about her; while the second princess was still as well-behaved as ever.
A little girl who can't say "no", but she suddenly became interested in things other than her mission.
How does it feel every time when an injury on your body comes back after being healed? You feel relieved at one moment, but worried the next second; is the care from your mother and other people around you pure love? In fact, it is more of sympathy, because you see what is binding you.
That prison; small shells, scales of unknown fish, and seaweed that can be seen everywhere on the roadside. If you put all these into the alchemy cauldron, can you create anything you want? Want to try,
Use more materials and more combinations to witness countless equations of miracles; in the process of alchemy, what are the luminous little people jumping out of the alchemy cauldron? After they disappear, the purity of the alchemy substance becomes
It is higher, which means that they, like me, are not needed here, but maybe there will be a small place in another place in the world.
Are the injuries on the body really incurable? If a pair of hands has the ability to create miracles, then the possibilities she holds are beyond the definition of fate, you just need to dig it yourself; is she really the divine child of Crystal Snow? But
I can't always feel the call of the god, only the ocean resonates with me; can a person really become a shooting star? If you still miss the light you saw that night, then try it yourself.
Under the shadow of the erosion of the ancient abyssal rocks, in the seawater filled with the bitter smell of medicine, in every night when she is tortured by injuries and unable to sleep but no longer bored...a little girl gradually grows up. She is the most well-behaved in everyone's eyes.
A sensible girl, but possessing the freest soul in the world, is destined to streak through the long night of Nereids like a meteor, but only leaves a moment of light, and then quickly extinguishes.
Gently pressing her hand on the doorknob, Rorona knew that as long as she opened the door, her past identity and status would be left behind and had nothing to do with her. From then on, she was no longer the second child of Nereids City.
The princess is no longer the sea-dwelling princess in the mirror of the blue sea, nor is she the son-in-law of a god favored by the crystal snow. Instead, she is an ordinary traveler, following her companions who have not known each other for a long time.
What an incredible journey.
She will encounter many difficulties, experience many setbacks, gain a lot of growth, find ways to treat her injuries, and perhaps close her eyes forever before then; she will keep her dreams in mind and help those in need.
People and this ocean that is being polluted will also follow the direction they see, trying to make themselves a meteor that can shine for a longer time, and then suddenly recall the direction of their home and loved ones on an extinguished night. What rises and falls under the surging sea water is missing. Rorona feels that she will soon miss her mother's face, miss her sister's smile, miss Lord Katins' sternness... and miss those who have been helped by her, so
The people who affectionately call her Your Highness. She once had so much love, but she did not hesitate at all, because she knew that these loves would only become motivation, not hindrance, in her journey.
"Goodbye, my mother, my sister, my most beloved people."
She said softly, and at the next moment she exerted a little force on her wrist to firmly open the door to the future. She only left behind the furniture that silently accompanied her in the room, a figure of her back that was gradually moving away, and a sentence that was slowly submerged in the sea.
Whisper: "And my past, my memories, my immature self."