chapter 3

I never learned magic. It was the heart and soul of our civilization, yet I never learned. I had a hyperactive mind and failed to concentrate. I instead prayed every day to the gods to make me do magic. I prayed every day, especially to Athena. She was my favorite goddess. I wonder if she hated me for not doing magic. My school wasn't specialized in magic but it was highly competitive in everything. I only knew to play the piano. A high school girl once gave me a keytar and I jumped into the piano. My music was a prayer to the gods, I played every kind of song but any song that was inspired by them, made me play even louder. The teacher told me I had to take it slowly. The piano was my only hope and call to them. I hope my music reaches them someday.

Since I was little, I thought someone took something from me. I thought playing piano would make me feel complete but even winning competitions, I felt in a void. 

I had friends but they were fake. They only called when they needed me or to brag that they were friends with a piano virtuosa. They rejected everything from me. They hated me for everything. I stayed with them because it was the only type of socialization I had. I was more friends with the middle schoolers' band group. They love my playing and asked me for tips. Their admiration for me was so much that I was moved to their band. Aside from the piano, I played the keytar. 

It was around that time that it began to rain in my mind. I stopped playing and attending school. My mental illness grew bigger. I saw fog everywhere and couldn't see the piano keys. I quit school in 9th grade.  I spent my days sleeping and doing the same things. The piano keys were full of dust. My prayers didn't work. 5 years later I regained a bit of my energy and began recording a rock album along with Crystal. It wasn't that successful but it was something. 

Everything changed when I met her in the afterglow. I guess the gods answered my prayers, her name was Athena. A strong and bulky woman. Her red hair shined with the afterglow, or what is left from the sun. Life is an egg hunting game, she told me. I wonder where's the egg that has what I lost. If life is an egg hunting game, I want to look for it with her.