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Eu lembro.
"Senhorita Blanchard! O que você está fazendo fora da cama?! Volte antes que suas feridas se abram! Por favor!"
Mas eu não podia. Ter dinheiro para viver uma vida boa é o que me manteve em constante movimento. Eu não podia ficar parado e deixá-los ter a oportunidade de chegar até mim.
Sozinha. Foi assim que me senti na maior parte do tempo.
"Estou feliz em ver que você está bem, Srta. Blanchard. Minha família e eu rezamos para que você se recupere do acidente."
"Todos na empresa oraram por sua recuperação!"
Mentiras.
Tudo o que eles disseram foram as piores mentiras.
Porque nenhum deles se importava comigo. Eles não se importavam se eu sobrevivesse a um atentado contra minha vida, na verdade não duvido que eles esperavam que eu morresse. Afinal, eles não eram os sussurradores mais cuidadosos.
Os sócios que trabalhavam para o meu falecido pai, estavam em cima de mim antes mesmo de eu assumir as empresas e mesmo depois de completar 15 anos e obter a aprovação legal para administrar o que é meu, nenhum deles estava satisfeito. Desde aquele dia, inúmeros ataques foram cometidos contra mim ou contra aqueles poucos que me apoiaram, mas no final tudo o que eles puderam fazer foi suportar sua frustração.
Ignorando-os, concentrei-me na tarefa em questão e fiz o império de meu pai prosperar. Aumentei as ações da empresa, ganhei prêmios e tornei o nome Blanchard ainda mais poderoso e reconhecido em todo o mundo. Mas mesmo assim ousaram me pressionar a desistir e entregar a empresa. Todo o legado do meu pai nas mãos daqueles vermes? Nunca.
"Não dê a eles a satisfação de ver suas lágrimas ou então aqueles abutres se sentirão fortalecidos e nunca deixarão você ir."
As palavras da minha babá foram ditas com tanta seriedade que naquele dia fiquei com medo. Ela não era de ficar brava, sendo sempre gentil, calma e fácil de sorrir. Talvez os atentados contra minha vida e/ou os murmúrios que também chegavam aos seus ouvidos tenham tirado sua paciência. Sempre muito protetora, ela me convenceu a denunciar à polícia o ocorrido, o que resultou na prisão de dois de meus sócios e na fúria dos três restantes.
É fato, viver minha vida como uma pessoa “normal” depois daquele dia ficou cada vez mais difícil. Era mais como sobreviver, evitar sair à noite para não ser roubado ou sequestrado, não beber nada na minha própria companhia para não ser envenenado e nunca ir a lugar nenhum sozinho sem escolta. Tanto estresse me fez desenvolver saídas. Música, arte em geral, desenhos animados e jogos em particular.
Isn't it amazing to imagine a universe different from the one you live in? Knowing that in this universe, each one of them harbors equally fascinating possibilities, even more so the ones where the fantasy about unreal powers and powerful beings existed and they just... Just gives you that extra incentive to face the real world for one more time. day.
... This is how I survived until I was 17 because everything changed on my 18th birthday.
What I remember from that night is very little, it was all so fast that one minute I was reviewing contract papers, and the next a sharp pain shot through my chest. If I concentrate hard enough, I can still hear the screams of the servants, the sound of the fire crackling, the smell of smoke filling my house, and the anguished tears of my nanny as she hugged and rocked me in her lap. I remember her lips moving, but I don't know what she was talking about and if I can be honest, I think the only regret I have is not being able to tell her how much I appreciate and love her for being there for me, for being my family.
I like to think I'm strong, I know I am, but wanting to rest at the same time that the flames of determination in my chest didn't accept giving up, refused to accept that premature and so unfair death. Dying because some humans are too ambitious to be content with what they already have.
Then I remembered at that moment, there was a story from my baba's hometown that she loved and that I also started to like.
The year of the golden dragon occurs once every 3 thousand years, it is supposed that complete harmony befalls the world and an endless range of possibilities opens up for people who were born in this blessed year. Interestingly, I am one of those people who were born into this special year, and then I was blessed with endless possibilities. Will it be? I've always liked stories with dragons, they've always been my favorite type of mythical being. Dragons are the opposite of what I was. They are really strong and have extreme confidence in themselves which makes others respect them.
So I wished.
I asked to be like a dragon, strong and confident like in the stories I read and loved. I wanted to have an opportunity to really live fully, it didn't matter where it would be, I just wanted to live what I couldn't in this life. In this desire of mine, I heard a voice amid all the darkness I was in. She told me that my wish would be fulfilled, that I could go in peace and live, and that I was supposed to be happy.
So, in my nanny's arms, I was not afraid of my heartbeat slowing down, I closed my eyes and fell asleep.
I remember now.
I died.
[...]
Mmm
I feel like I'm floating in the middle of nowhere.
It's so dark, should it be so cold?...! Oh, never mind, it's warm and cozy right now, so it's okay. Yes, it's cool~ It's like I'm wrapped in warm blankets on a cold winter day while drinking hot chocolate. I wouldn't complain about staying like this forever...
Now there are two unknown voices, their noise bothers me one of them annoys me. I hate it, I don't like being woken up when I'm comfortable. If my nanny were here, she would have...
Wait, my nanny. My nanny, she, what happened to her? Where she went? What happened? I want to see her.
As the noises wouldn't stop, I tried to focus on my hearing to hear what they were saying. Gradually the sounds made sense and then I could hear them clearly.
"Say again, where the hell did you get that?! Also, do you know what you brought?"
Whoever said that seems a little distant, it's a soft but angry tone. It appears to be a woman's voice.
"Bad Lady, we don't call it 'it', it's called 'Dragon Egg'! We bumped into each other by chance while I was working."
Ah, I got it right, it really is a woman's voice!
And now the owner of the second voice is a man, he is very close, and it seems that I am right next to him. Is his voice playful, strong, serious, and fresh? He seems to be someone young.
They spoke of a dragon's egg... Wait!! Dragon egg exists?!!
"You're not even sure if it's a real dragon egg!! For all we know, it could be a demon egg or even some trick from that despicable being!"
Now there's a demon egg?! Where the hell am I for dragons and demons to exist?! Is this a fantasy world by any chance?!
It's stressful and interesting at the same time.
I tried to move to get up, but I found myself in a predicament, like, I can't move more than an inch, so getting out of here is out of the question. Opening my eyes was also not possible, my body seems tired. And somehow I could tell it wasn't time to wake up...? From where?
It was a very strange feeling, but it got better when I felt loving hands cradling me and it made me feel calmer.
"Don't raise your voice near the egg, ma'am! It's making him agitated! And yes, it's a dragon's egg!"
Honestly, what are these people talking about? I so want to get out of where I am to demand explanations as to why they keep talking about dragons, ask if they are rehearsing for a play and, above all, demand that they let me sleep! Suddenly I felt loving hands cradling me, the agitation I felt from being upset disappeared again and I felt calmer. Maybe this is my nanny? No, I haven't heard your voice until now, there's just an unknown and eccentric man and woman. Yes, it's probably not her, but I like the hug, it's comfortable and warm. I should be reluctant to receive affection from a stranger, but I don't feel hostility from someone who cradles me in their arms, so everything should be fine.
"There are no tricks, not a single trick. It's a dragon's egg, I've read about them, I recognized one from afar, and this one I'll keep as my own."
That said, the hug grew stronger but still careful.
"You? Just someone like you is going to take care of something powerful like a dragon?"
It's her voice that annoys me.
Does she not like dragons? Don't like this man? I don't like this woman.
"I appreciate the trust and support, not that I asked her permission or anything like that, but yes, I take care of this little one."
This one gained my trust. My heart warmed for him. Dragons are amazing, even more so if it's a baby dragon. I wish I had a baby dragon to take care of, it must be an interesting experience. This is a good man! Especially when he gives me hugs like that...
Espere um minuto.
Do jeito que a situação está se desenrolando, tudo indica que o homem que está falando está bem próximo de mim, como se estivesse me abraçando e quando disse que iria cuidar do ovo de dragão, seu abraço ficou mais forte como se fosse para enfatizar sua afirmação e para me proteja.
... Então eu sou aquele ovo de dragão de que falam? Eu de alguma forma me tornei um dragão?