Prologue
In heaven, before the baby girls were allowed to come to the world, ten out of ten thousand baby girls were chosen and are called the royal babies.
The royal babies have their own passage way which took them to the world. We, the junior babies were always eager to watch them as they head toward the world with the destiner at the entrance asking them “Choose among this boys” which all of us repeated after her because it was the same sentence she says anytime a royal baby is to pass the royal passage.
“I choose him” the girl will say, pointing to a boy among the thousands of boys pictures that shows immediately destiner stopped speaking.
“It shall be so” says the destiner after and all of us will clapped as she goes down and stopped when the next royal girl came to view.
The royal day is the most important day in heaven to we girls and every baby prayed to be one of the royal babies but me. I do not have any interest in being a royal baby but to cut the long story short I was selected as one of the royal babies.
When it was my turn, I walked toward the passage looking at the destiner's smiling face.
“Choose among these boys” she said and I looked up to checked out the pictures of thousands of boys.
It wasn't as easy as I thought it was going to be, checking out thousands of pictures at once but after a short period of time I said “I choose him” pointing to a boy that caught my attention but instead of destiner it shall be so which she says smiling at the girl, I saw her grabbed the frame of the passage and turned white in the face but I was oblivious to what had caused this strange behavior and after getting a grip on herself she said “You have to work to get him, you will be the one to divine your destiny, be an heroine and it must be so” with no grain of smile. Few clapped but I guess the rest were caught off guard as I was
and since I do not know what to say I slid down to the world, with my fate ringing in my ears.
I saw myself walking towards a beautiful building the type have never entered before which seems to be our house. I took the steps one after the other and entered the house. The first room which seems to be the sitting room and the biggest room was decorated in black and white in a way I could not fully explain because it was more than beautiful. I was about to turn towards the stairs which I guess leads to my room when I noticed a figure in the sitting room. It was a girl and her back was to me, she wore a free yard white and black gown and her hair was twisted, it colour was also white and black.
“Who are you and what are you doing in my house?” I shouted my blood boiling but did not know why.
“It's my house as well as yours” she said calmly, not turning her face and I felt ashamed for shouting at her and not long after I woke up. I was seven when I had this dream, I don't know if it was my first dream but I knew it was the first dream I recollected and the reason why I can't forget this dream was unknown to me.
Even though the dream remain ever green in my memory I still couldn't make anything thing out of it than the girl being black, wearing black and white and her hair twisted until two years after, when I had another dream.
I was on my bicycle, the exact one my mom but for me about a year ago, riding it toward the grocery store not far from our house. What I was going there to do was not clear to me but it was as if I wanted to go and show the bicycle to one of my friends because I was peddling the bicycle really fast and slowed down when the grocery store came into view.
I rode my bicycle inside the store and started scanning for something I do not know and I was so engrossed in the scanning that I didn't realised I was about to hit someone until a woman called out to me.
“Thank you” I said to the woman before focusing my gaze on the girl in
front of me. She was the one I was about to hit and even though the woman shout could be heard at every angle of the store, it had little or no effect on the girl in front of me because she neither turned nor shifted from her position but what really drew my attention to her was her gown, her hair style, the way she packed it, and then her complexion. Which was a replica of the one I drew fourteen months ago,which I glazed in my room.
My drawings began after the first dream, although I couldn't make anything out of it at first I still didn't relent and after a lot of practices I could draw very well if not perfectly.
“Excuse me” I said out of curiosity but got no reply, so I touched her and said “Good afternoon, I'm Tao seo, what of you?”
“I know” she replied without turning and started walking toward the entrance. I wanted to ride toward her but couldn't summon enough courage due to the way she replied and so I stay rooted to where I was.
