âI am a fairy. Human, Iâm glad to meet you!â
After a lively greeting, I eagerly wiped the tears from the childâs eyes. I reached over and grabbed the corners of his lips and pulled them up.
âSheesh.â
I wanted to see the child smile, but I couldnât see it because my body was stuck to the childâs cheek.
I was a little sad, but still, after doing what I wanted to do all the time, I felt refreshed and laughed.
âYou know, I like you. Do you want to be friends with me?â
I flew around him. I laughed as I watched the twinkling powder fall from my wings and smeared all over the childâs face and clothes.
âWhat is your name? How old are you?â
Until birth, that is, in a âfetalâ state, a fairy feels one-dimensional desire and curiosity about the surrounding environment, and devotes all of her consciousness to making the body.
When the water is stagnant, they cannot speak and their actions are limited, so they cannot actively satisfy their desires and curiosity.
If they want to release it, itâs like when a baby bird hatches an egg. They must have the will to be born and become a fairy.
âWhere are you? Why are you alone in this place? Why are you tied up with restraints? What are you doing every time you go out with that human man? Why did that man hit you just before?â
Before I was even born, I had to pile up my questions.
âWhat did you think of me? How did you feel when you looked at me? Do you like me too? How do I look now? Pretty? Is it your taste?â
But now that Iâm a fairy, I donât have to be patient. I scrambled to ask questions. Read only at pm tl.
âWhat are you thinking now? Is there anything you want to say to me?â
The child was silent the whole time I was bustling and asking questions. He was just looking at me blankly as I was flying around.
I barely got out of the excitement, tilted my head, and flew to the tip of the childâs nose.
âHi!â
I said hello again, but this time there was no reply. The child always said âyesâ to the man, so he must have been unable to speak.
âWhy donât you say anything? Say something. Donât you want to talk to me? Or do you not know what to say?â
Itâs sad if he didnât want to say anything, but it would be even sadder if he didnât know how to say it.
Humans are creatures that communicate through structured language. A human of this age is bound to be able to speak, but if he canât speak, why?
I looked at the gloomy child carefully.
The child who awakened me into a flower fairy was so small that I thought he was six years old in human age, and his figure was so thin that his skin was sticking to his bones.
His dull grayish-brown hair was sparse, as if it had been roughly cut. His skin, full of scratches, was rough, and his lips were chapped and it looked as if it stinged.
Even his limbs were bound by cast iron restraints. The chain connecting the restraint device and the wall was long enough to only move around in this narrow room.
Why is this child locked up in a place like this? Humans are social creatures that live in groups and interact with each other, and only this child was separated from such concepts.
I have a lot of time, so Iâll take it slow.
If he doesnât answer, Iâll just wait, and if he doesnât answer, Iâll find out. Above all, I was more concerned about the childâs condition than the reason why he was now locked up.
âHmmmâŚâ
I looked around. The cold that I had forgotten groped my body softly.
Cold. I was born after staying here for a long time, so I was tolerant of the cold, but it was still cold.
âCold.â
I flew to the child again. The child was staring at me in the distance without blinking an eye.
I reached out and pressed my palm to his trembling cheek. Unsurprisingly, he froze.
âAre you cold too?â
I thought for a moment that I would have liked to become a fire fairy, but even if given the opportunity to decide the first attribute again, I would still become a flower. Because the loneliness that soaked me was such a strong emotion that transcended all of it.
âDoes it hurt from being hit? Shall I rub it?â
I couldnât see it because there were many wounds on his body, but it looks like he was hit badly. Why hit a little boy like that? Even before I was born, I felt sorry for the child, but now he looked so pitiful that I had to hold back my tears.
âLook at me.â
Was the wound from the beating a bruise? First, examine the wound and, if the wound is too severe, get some medicine to help heal the bruise.
It was the moment I took my hand off the childâs cheek. The child who was just staring blankly at me suddenly sniffled.
The boy put his face toward me, sniffled and wrinkled his nose. Do I smell? I closed my eyes and pushed my face out so that he could sniff me to my heartâs content.
How long has it been-
Suddenly, my hair curled up.
âOuch!â
As soon as I opened my eyes, screaming in surprise, my hair snapped into the childâs mouth.
What, what? I was startled and hardened, but the child chewed my hair like gum.
He couldnât get enough of it, and was sucking it up so hard, it felt like his hard teeth were going to reach my scalp in an instant.
I was blown away. Why is he like this all of a sudden?
âDonât eat! Donât eat!â
Pulling my hair and screaming not to eat did not slow the speed of the teeth coming in. A damp breath spurted out from just above my head.
I feel a sense of crisis. If I do this, I will bite through the face to the core. Am I going to be cut in two by my first personâs teeth as soon as Iâm born? My hair was bleached white.
âWahh!â
As I burst into tears in embarrassment, the crackling sound of his teeth stopped suddenly.
I shook my head as I grabbed my hair.
âDo not eat. â
As soon as I was freed from the child, I backed away and stuck to the wall.
âYouâre bad! How could you try to eat me!â
Full of betrayal, I screamed, but the child just looked at me with eyes that seemed confused and did not know what to do.
This was the first time I had ever seen another different expression.
I couldnât help it. Even before I was born, I enjoyed seeing his various expressions, and I coughed.
âDonât eat me. Never eat me. Understand?â
ââŚâ
The child then laid sideways on the floor without answering. With the side of his head on the floor, he looked at me, who was glued to the corner of the room and the wall next to it.
Whatâs with that strange reaction? I slowly walked over and looked down at the childâs face. As if the last time he chewed my hair was hard, he looked helpless, as if all his energy had waned. The embarrassment that was cute earlier from him was no longer felt.
Behind his slowly blinking eyelids, there were empty eyes that I had seen before. He seems to be a bit sadâŚ
I had a question because he had never looked at me with such dead eyes.
Why? Why are you looking at me with these eyes?
Because he couldnât eat my hair?
âDid you want my hair to eat like that?â
The most plausible questions were asked, but no answers were returned.
âIt wouldnât taste goodâŚâ
I tilted my head and remembered that he wouldnât say anything
âAh.â
Something twinkled in my mind.
If you donât know, I can become a teacher and teach you!
âYou donât want to talk to me, do you? You donât know what to say?â
ââŚâ
As there was still no response, my confidence waned a little.
âJust say one word, âyes,â as you would answer that man, okay? Then I will tell youâŚâ
Iâll teach you. I donât know if I can teach well, but Iâll try. Before I could say anything else, the child suddenly pricked his ears and jumped up to his feet.
I hesitated in surprise, but the child picked me up roughly.
âHey!â
I screamed in pain from him holding me so tightly that I fell to the floor and crouched. I clenched my fist against my chest and felt the floor with my other hand.
Not long after, the iron door swung open.
âHey!â
It was the voice of the man who trampled on me earlier.
The boyâs body was about to tremble.
âMove!â
The childâs body shook violently.
The childâs upper body was lifted up slightly. I barely lifted my face and saw his large, thick hands clasping the nape of the childâs neck. His thumb was pressing on his flat neck.
âWhere did it go?â
Eyeballs protruding from the back of the childâs shoulders gleamed and the child leaned down and scanned the floor.
âHuh? Where did the weeds I stepped on go?â
ââŚâ
âDid you eat it?â
ââŚâ
âThis bastard is annoying! Vomit it!â
A dull noise could be heard from above me.
âSpit it out! Vomit!â
Despite the manâs merciless touch, the child did not let out a single groan.
The smell of fishy blood permeated the entire room from the childâs slender hands. The child clenched all five of his fingers and clenched his teeth.