When Demon Child Become Human
␑| Forget-Me-Not

Early in the morning I stepped off on the trail while enjoying the wind rustling through the grass as far as the eye could see, make the mind to sail out of nowhere when only spend time waiting for a follow-up call from senior staff.

It's been a week of doing a new job, I've really learned a lot. Because so far only limited to eradicating dragons and hybrids, do not know it turns out Vaughan also takes care of various things. I really thought we were just in the military, but we weren't.

Arguably for civil society, we are considered a large organization and graduation students will directly work in offices owned by the organization.

That's not entirely wrong.

But a week in the line of duty, a week has not yet returned to the academy. It is not a high-grade mission. As expected, I will be very busy.

In the mission is now rumored every midnight sound from the direction of the hill, and the next morning found there is a young man missing. Though this village-Siber-is a small village that still upholds plantations and farms, it does not have much cost to ask for security assistance.

However, it is no longer a problem after we have dealt with it and it is really a hybrid act. Even if they call the local security, they can't handle it.

Although now me and some of the team members arrived like a group of college students doing data collection - as usual undercover - they did not consider our whereabouts ugly, and it was quite surprising.

Judging from the busy Head Master Lucian with several officials, it seems that all his actions are really good and right on target to change the portrayal of Vaughan for the better in the eyes of the community. And that, slowly, produced results.

As proof, our arrival in this village was welcomed so that the search for data and eradication took place smoothly. In fact, we are rated as a friendly and professional organization. Maybe there are a few places left .. Our presence means terror and has a bad impact.

The soot-eye contact was fixed on several groups of people who were busy on the left, appearing to be harvesting cranberries and cherry plums.

Autumn like this is indeed the right time to harvest fruits, but why does the cool air not calm my raging mind? Make the foot step continues until finally the heel stops, when the view captures the small garden on the open courtyard of the house.

I approached and squatted down, looking deeply at a flower. The tip of my forefinger touched on the golden petals stacked like a beautiful blob again tough, because the shiny crown was able to withstand the frost that made my breath visible.

Very unique. Even though it is small, this flower is so sturdy.

"Eengg, Brother... Why squat there? See the flowers?" Then I turned to the origin of the shrill voice on the right side. "Share?! Her name is beautiful, Marigold!"

For some reason suddenly the emotional corner rages over the nostalgic feelings of past memories. Slowly, I widened in the roar of the racing heart a little faster. For the blue eyes of the little girl were so shining like the horizon that now gave rise to the sun, making long blond hair glittering like gold powder scattered in the air.

His stature and the way he called me .. why, no stranger?

Then in the head appeared many flashbacks vying with each other until I was stunned, trying to trace one by one that sprung up but was unable. It's all like forcing to be seen. How there is a girl smiling; laughing; playing together; asking me to embrace her.

All those memories provoked a desire to repeat an old story that had broken up. Go home; come back, like before. Go home. Go home.

"Come, go home," I suddenly muttered which made me regain consciousness around.

And subconsciously, my right hand seemed to be trying to grab her cheeks-god, what am I doing?! Little girl to the confusion! I hurried to stop the intention. However, when I want to turn my face, both my cheeks are held back by tiny fingers to force soot eyes to look at the blue iris.

The girl reached for her sling bag, very small and probably only able to load one book she had already taken out. And the book ... Why not a stranger? Then her little hand picked up something on a random sheet and handed the book divider to me.

"Now, look at me! Bagusan?! His name is Myosotis, often used as a symbol of loyalty!"

Then the gaze was fixed on the limiter of the book given, then I felt it carefully. You could say, this is a blue flower with a sweet shape that is preserved and becomes a book divider.

And this, is no stranger.

"There's still a story! The story is, there are lovers .. emmm, they like the road near the river and flowers kumpulin, continue to meet small flowers that are beautiful! Then the boy would grab the little flower. Just to be taken, all the flowers that have been collected fall into the river! Then he threw all his flowers and yelled 'don't forget me' at the girl. So romantic?!"

I slightly did not understand what this girl was saying, but chose to listen to her well. Moreover, his face was full of enthusiasm.

"There's a second version! Still the same thing means, namely ... dear never-replaceable-eh, right? Oh, or never forget the dear ones whether small, big, or already on top! Love is eternal. Eat another name of this flower Do not Forget Me, because small also means. Ehe, so pretty?! I love it, because I like it too!"

It felt, like a pseudo-object penetrating right in the left cavity despite hearing it all from a small child with a noisy accent. Feels, pain. Be ill. I can't stand it. Making my breath hunt because it desperately suppresses the painful feeling like it's forcing embers to sprinkle. I looked down even though my hands still had not removed the book barrier from the flowers.

Why is my chest raging?

Could ... due to reading the letter given by Crist?

I know; begin to understand that in every wheel of life will always be overwritten by choice. From what I've experienced, the choices are difficult, they require sacrifice. For attaining goodness needs to pass through obstacles but until it loses all its memories, it is too heavy. If I sacrifice my feelings for her, I don't know how else to survive.

For that moment felt inwardly .. Our togetherness, so meaningful and impregnating; so tracing as painful as a fetter that snared to death.

If all the memories were gone from my grasp; I forgot them, then who else would remember them? I have not been able to lose it, for the umpteenth time even completely. True what Crist said, I'm not ready to decide now; I'm not ready to leave by saying goodbye to you, Aion.

Ah, but, love is eternal? Does it still survive, even though it doesn't remember it anymore?

What was discussed in the contents of the gold stamp letter was very heavy.

I roughly rubbed both eyes using the long sleeves of the jacket as I realized the panic of the little girl. "What's wrong, thanks for telling me."

"Congratulations again? Kan, the flowers are for Brother. Let Brother keep smiling .. kayak now!"

I was surprised to hear it until faithful sculpting.

Apparently, this girl, she shines like the light in the constellation Lyra.