Ahem!

  And so, slowly, not because I can’t go any faster to be honest, but more so to be careful, I keep moving forward and not to my surprise, a few moments later I see a familiar light orb. A yellow light orb, the same one as the little girl, although it is slightly bigger than before, not only that, three other light orbs exactly the same size as hers are present next to her, surrounding her to be precise. Unfortunately, the slight happiness that I got from seeing the yellow light orb is quickly overturned the moment the other three orbs speak.

  Annoying Boy- Hey you! Yeah you!

  Loud Boy- Oie! Are you deaf or blind!? Can you not hear us or see us!?

  Rude Girl- Why are you calling her? I don’t want to be near her! Heugh!

  Oh boy, things are not looking good at all. All of them seem to be children, maybe a year older than the little girl? Although if all of this is progressing forward, that’s what I think it’s happening to be honest, the little girl should also be a year or so older, between 8 and 9 years old.

  Little Girl: Wh-What is it? Why did you call me? What do you want with me…

  Annoying Boy- Bhuaha! Just look at you! You are all dirty! And, and your clothes are ragged!

  Little Girl- I don’t have money for new clothes... These are all that I have.

  Rude Girl- What!? You’re poor too!? Not only are you ugly you’re also poor! Hahaha!

  Loud Boy- Yeah, yeah! You stinky too! Like, bery stinky! You smell bad!

  Little Girl- I don’t smell… I took a shower today! At least, my mama didn’t say that I smell bad…

  Rude Girl- Mhuahah! Maybe you showered with dirty water? Because you smell bad!

  Annoying Boy- Yeah! Yeah! I can smell ya from my home from how bad you smell!

  Loud Boy- I can also smell ya from my house!

  “Stop It…”

  Annoying Boy- Did you say something? Because I can’t hear you from how bad you smell!

  Little Girl- I-I said stop it! Please, just leave me alone…

  Rude Girl- Look! Look! She’s about to cry!

  Annoying Boy- Ugh, don’t do that! You make everything smelly with your tears!

  Loud Boy- Mhuahaha!

  All of them- Hahaha! Smelly! Smelly!

  All of them- You’re poor! You’re poor!

  “Sob! Please stop it… Sob!”

  As the sound of laughter overtakes the soft quiet cries of the little girl, everything also slowly disappears into nothing leaving only a few traces of the light orbs in the middle of darkness.

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  What was this for? To get me mad? To rile me up?

  “Why did she feel the need to show me this? As the Hero, no, as a normal human being, this will make me annoyed at the very least. Bullying is a serious problem between kids, there’s no way I won’t feel anything after seeing this.”

  Seriously, this only has served to make me mad. I understand that kids can be cruel to one another and bullying is a problem in our world but that does not mean that I or any sane human would enjoy seeing something like this. Did she show me this because of the Seed of Destruction? I don’t think this is enough to cause something like that to bloom. Maybe this is the beginning of it? She has no fault whatsoever for her economic situation but kids like them, they have no understanding of that. Even then, I just think it’s too “little” for something like that to happen… Moving on, it seems I can see something shining further down the darkness. I just hope that, this time, it’s something better.

  Woosh! Levitating noises!

  With my hopes high that something is better further down the darkness, I get moving towards that shiny thing. A few moments later, I can fully see what it is. It really seems the yellow light orb is the protagonist of this story as she’s also present here. Though, it’s the same size as previously, so I will guess that this is a few days, weeks from the previous event.

  Magic noises! Fire noises!

  Right in front of the yellow light orb a small Firebolt appears from a red magic circle. In other words, a D rank spell. I sure was not expecting something like this when I said that I wanted to see something better, but damn, this is amazing! She’s using magic for crying out loud!

  Little Girl- Mother!!! Father!!! Come here!!!

  From these shouts of happiness and panic, I can confirm that she should be around 8 years old, one more one less, but nonetheless, still amazing that she can use magic at such a young age. Only people like myself can achieve this, and to be honest, I’m more of an anomaly as even prodigies have the tendency of being able to use magic just a little older. In fact, I was 7 years old when I used my first spell.

  Little Girl- Awawa!!! How do I control this!? ?>w
  From her reaction I can assure anyone that it is her first time, however even though she’s panicking she’s doing an excellent job at keeping the flames at bay. She’s born natural, a prodigy of the prodigies it really seems. Maybe she is liked by the goddess of luck and her affinity for Pyro is out of this world, allowing her to have such control of the spell. After all, the bigger the affinity towards a said element, the more control you would have over it.

  Magic noises!

  While I was monologuing with myself, jabbering in other words, two other light orbs appear out of thin air. Although, they are two light orbs that I’m already familiar with, the little girl's mother and father.

  Mother- What is it to?

  Static noises!

  What th- Why did this happen? Was it when her mother called by the little girl’s name? Well, because of the static I was not able to fully hear what her mother called her by, so I have no clue what her name is.

  Father- Is everything alright to?

  Static noises!

  God damn it! Again!? Why do I hear and feel the damn static each time that they say her name? Is it The Void Queen hiding her name for some reason? That woman's motives and reasons sure go well above my head! Tsk! There isn’t much I can do about that, now is there? I just have to deal with the static… This is going to hurt my head though.

  Little Girl- Mother, father, look at this! I don’t know how I did it, but I somehow created fire! It does not hurt me though… Why’s that?

  Mother- Yo-you did this?! No way… at such a young age... Hum, ye-yeah… your father can explain it, I have to look at that-yeah! I have to look at that over there!

  Her mother says this with a shocked tone of voice and I do believe with also a shocked look on her face. I more than understand it so, even I would be in such a way if I saw my own child being a prodigy of the prodigies right in front of me.

  Father- Haha! That’s because it is your own fire my sweet heart! The fire that you and only you, created with your bare hands! Isn’t that amazing!?

  Meanwhile the father seems quite happy and proud. Understandable so, after all, I would be the same. First, I would be shocked, followed mere moments later, by a gigantic feeling of pride towards my child.

  Little Girl- I think so? I would prefer it if it was clean water… At least they wouldn’t call me stinky if I could show it to them… At least they would stop bothering me.

  Foosh!

  Just as she said this, the small Firebolt vanish into nothing, leaving only sadness behind it. Oh no, it really seems the bullying did more to her than I was expecting, than any of us was expecting I think.

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