Releasing the system.

In small village going by the name of Darkyr, there lived a girl.

A girl nicknamed Vicious.

Everyone avoided her, because they thought her smile looked scary for she had very pointy teeth.

They said she had a vicious smile. That was why she was nicknamed Vicious after all, said the smarter girls and boys whilst nodding their heads.

But really, it wasn't quite so.

They never recognized her smile for what it was - a gentle one.

It wasn't her fault she was born with pointy teeth. She spent hours looking into the river, trying to smile in a way that people would interpret as kind and caring, but all the people ever saw was her teeth.

It was sad, really.

And I'm not in the mood, to change it to what it was supposed to be - to change it into something beautiful.

Horare

It was a calm and quiet afternoon, with the sun shining and rare breezes of wind passing the lonely hills of the Palace.

Chiaki was in what her Master had dubbed as "thinking", ever since he had ordered her to do so, in hopes of her attaining human emotions. But of course, the pale golem couldn't know that without understanding her Masters emotions towards her. 

So she sat there, rigidly, without moving a limb, staring at the pond, the surface clear and untouched. It acted as a mirror and reflected the light of the sun back into the sky.

Humans, she supposed, were not that different from golems, she mused. She had noticed this something in them, a something she could not name otherwise as Horare - the Eternal Flame of Golems, the Flame of Life.

It was what kept golems going. The scroll gave them their purpose. The flame gave them their ability to fulfill it.

And humans, yes humans were in that perspective the same as golems.

They had an inner Fire, which drived them on. A Fire, which was as easily extinguished as a golem's Horare, once you knew how to look for it.

And in her Master, she knew, the Flame was burning with extreme intensity.

Since Chiaki did not fear or hope, she only stated to herself that if it kept burning on with the same intensity, there would be many trying to extinguish it.

Unknowingly to her, there was a slight jab of anxiousness slowly forming in her chest. "Thinking" was working as the Second Prince had calculated, though at a much slower pace than he would have preferred.