His Innocent Sera novel Prologue

The four-year-old girl, humming to herself, skipped down the hallway when she heard a weeping noise. She stopped, tilted her head, and listened carefully. The noise was coming from around the corner. Without thinking, she tip-toed towards the noise. As she rounded the corner, she halted in surprise. Leaning against the balcony, stood a little boy. His tiny body shook with each quiet sob. He was bigger than her. The girl blinked, her round blue eyes growing wide in concern.

She hurried towards him.

“Hey,” she said softly. The boy’s sob got caught in his throat and he looked up. His silver eyes locked on her.

“Why are you crying?” the girl asked. The boy eyed her in suspicion, meanwhile, her gaze wandered over to his injured finger.

“Oui, you are hurty,” she exclaimed in concern. The boy glanced down at his finger, a thin trail of blood had started to trickle from the small cut. He winced as if the vision had enhanced the pain.

“You should see Mrs. Lily. She’ll take care of it,” she suggested softly. The boy scowled at the name.

“No. Her breath smells like a dumpster,” he shuddered.

“We shouldn’t say that,” she pouted in disapproval even though he was right.

“You will lose all your blood and die,” she worried.

Quick and instinctive, she reached out and grabbed his hand. Without a moment of hesitation, she brought his bleeding finger to her mouth, gently sucking on it. Her mom used to do this to her father every time he got a cut.

“What are you doing?” the boy frowned in disapproval but didn’t pull away. She drew away a moment later, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand as if she were some vampire who just had her meal.

He glanced down and his eyes popped out in surprise. He wasn’t bleeding or hurting any longer.

“Are you an angel?” he asked to confirm his doubt. He also had never seen her in the school before and she indeed looked like an angel. Big round blue eyes, chubby cheeks, pouty lips- she looked like an angel his mom would tell them about at night.

The girl doubled over with laughter, covering her mouth with her tiny hands. Without realizing it, he cracked a smile too.

As her laughter slowly died down, she spoke, “I am not an angel, silly. I have no wings. I can’t fly.”

The boy stepped forward.

“You don’t need wings to fly,” he said, making her frown in confusion.

“How?” she asked, both curious and confused.

He bent low and lifted her by her waist.

“You only need my hands to fly,” he answered, spinning her slowly. She opened her arms and mimicked flying. Their mingled laughter resonated in the quiet corridor.

He put her down sometimes later.

The girl let out a giggle and said in disbelief, “I am an angel.”

“No, angel is my sister. You are my princess,” he innocently staked his claim over her. The girl giggled.