The Past Winter
Who are you guys?

I fell down and continued to fall at high speed. My body even let out smoke and it could splash fire. Like a chunk of meteor rock that intersects with the atmosphere and falls quickly hit the earth. I'm getting closer to the ground. I tried to protect my face and body by bending my own body like a ball.

DEG!

I woke up in a foreign place. My breath gasping. My eyes are moving in all directions. Apparently I've been somewhere else along with other strangers.

There were some kids watching me. I was astonished too. Why I could be in a prison cell with the kids. I looked at the whole room, apparently it was the girls' prison, I thought.

“He..Hey..”

The kids I just greeted stayed away scared. Judging from their faces and bodies, the ages of these children were still around seven to ten years old.

“...You guys okay?”

I try to be as friendly as possible while putting a smile on my face. But the reply of the children still stared in horror at me. I was confused myself too.

I ignored their attitude first, then looked around. Sturdy iron cells, slightly wet soil, damp smell like buried in the ground, frightened faces of children.

Hmmmm... I was clearly in a terrible place.

My long hair tickled my face, so my tiny hands swiftly slipped my hair behind my ears.

“Wait, tiny hand?”

When I realized, apparently my hand looked smaller than my usual hand. “Loh, is my hand really this small?” Mumamku himself.

I kept watching my arms and legs that were shrinking. Shaking my body to the right and to the left. Paying attention to my shrunken body and turning thin dry. Even the mounds of flesh and muscle that were usually perched defiantly on the chest disappeared. I was amazed for a moment because of my physical differences now with the last time I remember.

“Hei weird kid! How long are you gonna act like that?” A heavy voice came from across my cell.

I, who was shrinking, turned to the source of the voice. There was also a boy in the cell. And some other boys in the other cell and there are some neatly lined cells.

Cells of girls and boys face each other and are separated by a road. From a large door to my right is seen the division of cells for each sex, the right cell for boys and the left cell for girls.

The little boy who raised his voice to me earlier invited me to speak, and the boy used a foreign language that I had never heard in my life.

“Did you just talk to me?” I was stuck too. I just realized that I could also use the same language as the boy.

“See! You scared them.” Said again.

I tilted my head and looked at him in wonder. The boy who looked much younger than me was using informal language on me. Enough to make me a little angry. Because where I come from is a lot of crazy people but they still maintain good manners.

“Can you speak more politely to me?” I said.

“Because I'm older than you!” I'm finally emotional. “Your parents didn't teach you anything?!”

KLANG!

“Shock me!” I patted my queen's chest in surprise.

The boy hit his cell hard. I fell silent, locking my lips together. Apparently the boy was angry, more precisely very angry when I offended his parents. His scarred face made him even more terrifying.

There were many wounds on his face and body. And on his neck, he wears a type of restraint commonly used for pets made of iron wrapped around the neck. The dried reddish patches even blackened around the restraint necklace.

“Ma-I'm sorry. My words are too harsh.” I said, a little afraid of him.

“Why do you feel older than me? Looks like you're a lot younger than me.” Search the boy for me.

“Hey, I'm twenty-eight years old, you know!” I answered, trying not to offend him. “Ah Shit! Because of this arrogant boy I so mention my age!” I growled as I ruffled my hair.

The boy laughed too. His voice was blaring until it filled the room. So did the other kids who heard our conversation, they all giggled.

“Where are twenty-eight years from? You look like a five-year-old!” It has no end laughing at me.

My eyes are wide. “My age is five years? This kid must be crazy!”

I glanced at the other girl who was inside the same cell as me. Questioning, is it true what the boy said through my eye gesture. Unexpectedly the three girls who were clinging to each other nodded confidently their heads together. My eyebrows frowned, my mouth open. I may have become a child again after fainting in the hospital.

A girl from the cell right next to mine stuck out her hand. Give me a little mirror. I hesitated to use the mirror that was given by him. How surprised I was when I saw the reflection from the mirror. It's definitely not me. At least it's not this face that's in my memory. I don't recognize this face at all. The reflection in the mirror displayed the face of a five-year-old child.

The white skin was pale like a dead man, gray hair and there were a lot of ground stains everywhere. The large round eyes are typical of the protagonist in a novel, with glowing red eyeballs like expensive diamonds.

I've seen the bead color of the eyes of this girl I possessed. Looks like the ‘Red Diamond’ gem that I bought early last year at a charity auction. Her eye color is so pretty. The shape of her iris is also unique. Unlike the iris of other girls who look normal and ordinary. The eyes reflected in this mirror seemed to be cramming real jewels into his eyes.

“What is this memory-removing magic?” Said the boy spreading my admiration in the mirror.

“What's he saying? The boy said magic?!” My inner. “What do you mean by magic?” Ask her.

“It looks like your body has been casted, it smells like that.” Said a girl who gave me a mirror.

“Bau what? You smell my body or what?” I lowered my head, trying to kiss my little armpits in turn.

“Hei! Looks like he was locked up a long time ago before being brought here!” Obviously the mirror girl explained to the boy who had asked from across our cell.

The two of them who were busy chatting made me go awry. They talked about me without involving me, it was quite disturbing. My curiosity also peaked, many things I want to know immediately. Starting with question “Actually who are you?”