
[4th day of summer 497.a.v.]
[Fountain of Cascading Harmony]
[Early day]
The small girl, who whore floral dresses colored in blue and small, polished white shoes, was well known to the people passing the fountain. Her hair like a sheet of black was reaching down to below her undeveloped hips. She was Amelia, the little Cross girl whose mother was a teacher. The little girl with a round face, and full cheeks was known by the shopkeepers to never stay still. Therefore, she was usually left by her mother by the fountain or in the library. She knew those where the only places she would stay still.
Some would call it crazy to have Amelia, a 4 year old girl alone with nothing but a book in her hands. But nobody really knew how convenient it was, after all, at all times by the fountain was at least one person who knew Amelia well thanks to her mother. Her mother had always instructed her to look for certain people, and above all, if Amelia was left alone by the fountain, it meant her mother would be coming back in half a bell, probably even sooner. At a bright day time like this, no harm was present. Not to mention, the little girl had little knowledge about the concept of fear, so as long as she had her book in her hands, she was happy.
She flipped another page, this page contained shapes like triangles, squares and circles. Each was colored differently and she tried to memorize the colors, she then covered the page with her palms and chanted to herself what color the object was. It was nothing really, but she felt proud to recognize colors, shapes and letter…Amelia even knew a few numbers, though vaguely, Math was distant to her and she knew only the sounds of them, not the actual meanings. Though she knew she was 4 years old, turning 5 at winter, the season she didn’t like much, it was cold!
But behind the façade of smiles and laughter the girl made when she had guessed something right, and could read words as ‘blue’ or ‘red’, she knew that something was missing. The girl didn’t know what was missing, but the ones who occasionally dropped an eye on her knew, she had no friends. Amelia had never really found common talk with other kids, probably because the few things she knew, came from her parents not teachers. What was a shame, she liked to talk, liked to talk a lot.