The breeze flowed through Mana's hair as she looked at the night sky. The moon shining through the clouds looked like eyes. They felt like eyes. Something was watching her. Mana looked around to see who was watching her, at the top of that hill, she was alone. She hit her back to the hill and looked back up, the feeling lingered and taunted her. She felt it above, calling to her. She reached up to the sky, her body hovering on her lonesome hill, through the clouds the moon shone brightly overhead, but her tranquillity would not be eternal.

"Ayo!" A voice shouted from just below. Mana didn't need to look over the hill to figure out who it was. Anderson, and his fucking friends. Harassing Mana has been their favourite hobby for years, but recently, they've gotten more interested in her body. "I hope we find a lucky girl up there. Wo ho!"

They were running up. They knew she was there. "Shit!" She let out a yelp and ran down the other side of the hill opposite of them.

 "There she goes!" his favourite goonie shouts out as they see her stumble down the hill. Her surroundings fade into nothing, blurring from her view to come up blank. She can feel all four of them behind her. "She's going into the forest!" he barks.

 She jumps between the trees, trying to lose the 4 of them, wait, there's another just behind them. Someone else is there? Who is it? No, I must keep moving, I can't get caught. Her inner voice whispered in her ear. Whoever it was behind the 4 boys, they were fast, their footsteps were faster and bigger than the other 4. Are they on track or something? Stop getting off focus, you're going to get caught! Mana's feet sped up, just a few feet behind her she could hear the 4 boys yelping. She couldn't look back, it was a trick, it had to be.

 Mana ran until she found herself in a part of the forest she didn't recognize. Looking around, there was no one behind her. And then it was there again—the same footsteps she had heard before, but this time walking.

 "Are you alright darling?" A female voice rang out from in front of Mana, right out of sight. Mana nodded in confirmation. "Good, I'm glad you're safe. You can go back to the hill now." Mana looked around, still lost of where she was.

 "I can't," Mana whispered. "I don't know how to get out." She had been running sporadically to lose Anderson and his goonies. Mana crumpled to the ground and began to cry. "If they had just left me alone, this wouldn't have happened, if I wasn't on that hill they wouldn't have found me." Mana's face was covered in salty tears, her breath was shaky, and she couldn't see through her watery eyes. "What did I do to deserve this!?" Her crying became inaudible.

The person in the shadows began moving forward. "I'm not allowed to do this, but" Mana felt someone hug her from above. Something about it made Mana feel safe and secure. "You can't look at me, it's against our rules, as long as you don't see my face, we'll be fine. But I'm going to help you out of here, do you understand?" The voice whispered to Mana, and she nodded. "Good. Now hold on, I'm going to take you back to the hill. So close your eyes, okay?" Mana shut her eyes as the figure lifted her off the ground and began to run.

  Before she could realize it, they stopped moving, and Mana felt the grass on the hill against her back once again. "I'll see you later," the voice whispered in her ear. "Until then, darling." Mana jumped up to try and catch a glimpse of her saviour, but they were suddenly long gone.

The next morning, Mana couldn't think of anything but her saviour. Who was it? Maybe they were my knight in shining armour, or maybe a warrior with a shadowy cloak. She tried to remember what it felt like pressed up against whoever it was last night. Tall, and quite muscular from what I felt. But still soft. She began thinking back to their voice. A particular line rang out of her memory. "I'm not allowed to do this," those words lingered in her ears. Allowed by who? Who was calling the shots of my saviour? Her train of thought was cut off by her mother.

 "What are you doing?" Her mother cried. Mana looked over at her mom, she got a lot of her looks from her father. Mana's mother had long honey-blond hair and an apple-shaped body, and her green eyes seemed to glow in the dark. From the pictures in the attic, Mana's dad had a type of soft and petite body. "You have a test today, remember?" Mana's mother shouted. "You've got to get to school!"

Mana cocked her head, "Momma, the school doesn't even open until 7."

"And?" Her mother questioned.

“And" Mana looked down at her watch. "It's 5:30."

 Her mother looked at her with an Are you talking back look. Mana didn't argue and just picked up her plate and brought it to the kitchen sink. Mana's father woke up just as she finished. "Good morning my love." He reached over and kissed her mother on the forehead. "How did you sleep, darling?"

As she looked back at her parents, it became more apparent that she didn't get their good looks. Her father was tall, and muscular while maintaining a slender body, his skin was tan and his eyes were a deep brown that nearly seemed black, and his hair was a shade of black that seemed like it was darkness itself.

 Mana left before she had to witness their romantic affection get overwhelming. It was best for her to leave early in a way, that way Anderson and his gang wouldn't be there to jump her on the way. Still, Mana went through the woods, just in case they were still nearby. Staying right along the wood wall, and getting lost again would not be good.

Her parents were a perfect image, her mother's pale skin and blond hair with a short figure against her father's deep skin and black hair and tall figure. Mana was barely a mix of them beyond her skin, she compared her scarred skin to the wood beneath the bark of a tree, and her eyes were grey like a cloudy foggy day, the kind of day that most people despise. Her hair was the color of 90% cacao chocolate. And she wasn't particularly tall, she was tall for a girl, but only barely, coming in around 5 foot 6. The average for a tall girl. She was barely average and yet wasn't more or less.

Close your eyes, okay? The voice echoed in Mana's ears as she went back to her daydreams of her warrior. The air through her hair in the dark reminded her of the other night, her heart skipped as she looked to the sky. Wind shook the leaves on the trees, creating the sound of rain, the limbs waved to each other, and petals glided down to see their flowers in the grass. Her elbow-length hair danced with the leaves that twirled as she thought of her saviour.

After daydreaming for what seemed like hours, Mana made it to school. It was far too early for the school to open, barely dawn. But that's not why she reluctantly left the house without argument. She sat outside the school doors in a corner covered from others by the tree, the sun slowly rising, casting light through the leaves on her face as she went back to the pleasant memory of her warrior. The voice ran through her mind as she pictured what they could look like. Were they wearing armour? Or maybe a silk dress? Their eyes, brown? Maybe blue?

A figure loomed over her as she daydreamed. "Mana!" A voice yelled right by Mana, her eyes shot open to see her best friend, Damien. "Were you seriously sleeping? You gotta get some fucking sleep man!" He extended an arm to Mana, helping her up.

"I wasn't sleeping." She stands up, wiping off her bum of the mulch she was sitting on. "I was just thinking." She averts her eyes from Damien. His soft small hands take her shoulder to look back at him, his brown eyes looking at her like a puppy begging for food under his long eyelashes. Mana rolled her eyes. "I was just thinking of someone." Damien's face lit up before the rest of his body could react.

"Who's the lucky person?" Damien says, teasingly while elbowing Mana, who is fixing the white ribbon in her hair. "Is it a guy or a girl? Come on! You can't leave me hanging like this girl!" He wraps his arm around Mana as they walk into the school.

"Uhm," Mana starts, the school is deserted, not a soul in sight and her voice echoes against the stone walls. "I don't know. I never got to see their faces." Mana falls back into her mind, light on her feet as she recalls the warrior. "Their voice was angelic, their muscles pressed against my body and lifted me away like I was feathers." Damien looked at Mana with both shock and understanding.

"Well, what did they look like?"

Mana suddenly slowed down, looking down and fidgeting with her fingers. "I don't know." Damien's jaw fell, unable to find words, and his face asked her if she was sane. "Don't look at me like that!" Mana pulled at his ear. "Whoever it was, they saved me, but," Mana stopped at her locker, resting against the door. "But they told me I wasn't to see their faces. And that we'd meet again soon."

Damien opened his locker, and the pictures of BTS, Stray Kids, and popular male celebrities he hadn't taped in his locker all fell out. "Shit!" He scrambled to pick it all up. "So you're telling me, someone just grabbed you and told you not to look at them?" Damien puts all the pictures back in the box they fell out of. "Sound's romantic." His voice is sarcastic. Mana looked at him with daggers in her eyes.

"You don't understand!" Mana opened her locker, on top, everything looked organized, while the bottom was stuffed with crap. "They saved me from Anderson and his goons last night." She grabbed her stuff and shut the door, leaning against it and sliding down. "It was like a dream, I've never felt so connected to a person in my life." She looks up at Damien "Not even my parents."

Damien sat down in front of his locker as well. "I thought I was bad for people I never met." Mana elbowed him as they laughed. "So, do you know when you'll be able to see them again?" Mana shrugged.