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I am the shadow of the child who became me eight years ago.
On a calm morning was the first time she felt the weight of a human life.

Her house was in the mountains,
on grounds that had nothing.
She could not hope to have a childhood friend, and there was no place less practical for school or play.
But even if it was boring, it was a serene place, a place where the water and the stars were beautiful, a place which held an important place in her memories.

However, it was only beautiful in the summer.
Winter in the mountains was harsh, and the mornings painful.
Her father would drive her to the train station, but the windows would be completely frosted, and he would need to light the motor a while in advance, or the car wouldn’t move. 

「BLANK, can you start the car?」
While her father sipped his coffee after breakfast, she would go out to start the engine of the car.

She went out by the front door, walked along the garden while breathing out a cloud of steam, and opened the door of the old sedan.
As she usually did, she inserted the key, turned it, *vroom* and the motor roared.

『■■■■■--------』
came a grating noise.
It was not a human voice, but yet she heard a tiny groan of pain.

Several minutes later, they found a creature under the hood of the car that her father had just opened.
The interior of the hood was entirely filled…
By small chains and a massive engine,
tangled all in each other.
It was not the best place for a mother cat and her two kittens.

Under the hood, the three cats had rolled into a ball so as to keep warm.
The mother did not have anything above her neck.
One of the two kittens had been too close to the belt and was not moving. He probably died on the spot.

The remaining kitten had half of its muzzle red with blood as well, like a stray dog soaking in the rain, and its breaths were whistles.
The cat clung with all its strength to the chest of the corpse… no, to the half a piece of meat that its mother had become, though it itself probably did not have more than a few more minutes to live.

「The poor things---”」
lamented the voice of her father.

The cold of last night had been particularly bitter. 
After her father drove home, the cats had slipped into the hood, attracted by the warm engine.
They had passed the night in the engine chamber,
And the following morning, they had been awoken by the rotating belt.
In the cars of the 80s, which weren’t very airtight, this sort of thing seemed ordinary.

「---Don’t worry. It is not your fault, BLANK.」
The voice of her father was distant.

On the grey and hairy coat of the cat,
one could see the blood of its mother and its brother, and of the half of its own detached body.
      --ah, one could see its round skull--
The tiny life was all stained with these spots.
The cat, who did not seem to see anything, clung to the chest of its dead mother with all its strength and shivered.

「BLANK….? Hold on, BLANK---!」
She squeezed the kitten to her chest,
And she rushed to the house of her grand-father, who lived inside the mountain.
She was shaking because of her guilt,
Or she was confused because of her grief; honestly, even now, I don’t know.
While holding back her tears as best she could, she carried it towards the workshop of her grandfather.

Her grandfather was a Magician who could do anything.
She herself had never seen “True Magic,” and she understood that they were just imaginary, fantastic tales; but if she trusted her instincts and not what she’d been told, she knew that he was really capable of accomplishing miracles.
It was for that reason….
that she thought that he was able to save it.

『You desire that I change the destiny of this kitten?』
said the indifferent voice of the Magician living in the cave.

“I want to save him,” she begged.
The Magician, without even saying that it was not a bother,
or that it was a grand matter that could change the world,
simply realized the selfish wish of the young girl, like a machine.
;画面・光速の宇宙。ワープ中。
;光が画面中央に収束していって、真っ白に。その後、サブリミナっぽく荒野の絵をだしてから画面真っ赤にして、赤のまま一連の演出を逆に再生。ようするに時間を進めた後、もとの時間に戻した。
;ここのシーンがどのようなものだったかは三話できちんと描写する也。
;画面・黒（もしくは祖父の工房）
『............ Aah.』
When she awoke, she held in her hands a small body.
The fur was frozen. 
The heat of the life had long since left.
The tears that she had ordered herself not to cry then poured from her eyes.
An immense guilt filled her heart like a gray sky without end.

『All these efforts in vain. Ultimately, it has returned to its initial state.』

She could not understand what had happened.

During the lapse of time of ten minutes, despite what she had experienced,
the people that she had met,
or what she did, she had returned to the place where she started, incapable of assuming her burden.
The only thing that she was sure, was that a life meant to die could not be saved,
	「Hey---is there someone here?」
and that day,
the girl who “I” am was born by mistake.

	……..ah.
	However it is,
	all this fills me with nostalgia and I look forward to seeing what the future has in store.

It is an old story, a fairy tale eight years old.
It was the day where they met for the first time, an event impossible no matter the magic.