The young 5 year old girl/boy with gleaming (e/c) eyes widened, as joy spreads across her/ his face.

She/ he met mystical creatures, dragons, fairies, unicorns and etc.

This special child, her/his name is (f/n) (l/n).

She/ he had (h/l) silky/soft (h/c) hair which follows her/ which the breeze blows for fun, as she/he runs around with her/ his friends.

Her friends however will be there for (f/n), 'if' she believes in them she will see them everyday.

That in fact worried them, and emotionally hurt them of never seeing her/him ever again.

They know they couldn't make her/him not to forget and they were right.

When (f/n) grew older she/he started forget about her/his mystical friends.

Her/His childhood she/he used to enjoy was swiped clean, as slate of all those memories.

Her/His parents placed a spell on that poor (h/c) girl/boy, for they didn't trust her/his friends and hated her/him.

To them she/he was born, as mistake.

There was nothing wrong with her/him, its that she looked despised her looks.

They hated her/his (h/l) (h/c) and her/his (e/c) eyes.

She/he however felt something miss in her/his memories, or was in her/ his life.

She/he was losing it, she/he couldn't remember them.

If she knew why she's/ he's trying so hard remembering, all she/he may know is that it was important and precious.

Tears leaked from her/his (e/c) eyes it surprised her/him, 'Why am I crying?' She/he thought.

She/he continue to cry, losing all ties to hold them in like a dam bursted from the water's pressure.

She/he tasted the tears they were bitter, salty tears full of sorrow and she/ he was grieving for she/he was last of her/his kind.

The human race (Humanity) has lost their lives from a war she/he wasn't involved to fight, but the sides were fighting for her/him.

But just that everyone and every creature on earth, lost their life's fighting over this child and was was gone.

Her/His heart rapidly beating, as she/ he was breathing and all she/he felt was her/his heartache.

The pain was unbearable.

She/He curled up in a ball, hugging her/his knees, as she was surrounded by the fall of all living and destruction befalls her/him.

(F/n) (L/n), the last human struggled in survival breathing her/his last breath of the polluted air and died.

"Attention All Living Toys Are Destroyed On Section #3 CodeName Earth."

Yes, humanity are called dolls and puppets all entertainment.

I know it may sound like your life here is all a setup and a little game called 'Fate'.

It also may sound like an act, reality is all made up here!

What could even you if you could control Fate that falls before you?

What could you do to escape this horrible lie called 'Reality'?