His eyes sparkled when he saw the sun. It was so far and yet so closed. He has been told this girl is human, a creature from a distant land. A creature without magic. A useless creature. He doesn't understand why humans are unique in this world. She appeared out of nowhere, like the wisps accompanying him; unlike her, he is used to the glowing orbs. They have been with him since he was a child. They're his only friends in this lonely world. They were the only ones that believed and listened to him.

The white orb told him that she was not a threat. He trusts it. It had never lied to him before, so why should it now? This human, this girl named "Olive," seemed innocent. Perhaps even naive or dumb. Who would wander into the forest knowing that monsters and demons live there? Does she have a death wish?

The portal that was once his prison slowly closed behind them. The girl watched as the large circle became smaller and smaller. She looked at him with such curiosity. He stared at her the same way, but the sky caught his attention more. It was blue like water with clouds soft as cotton. Has the sky down here always looked so beautiful? He has been told that the ground is filled with misery. It's much different from living in the sky.

"Can I call you Sirius?" The girl asked, her eyes beamed at the crystal sky.

"Why?" He raised an eyebrow.

"You want a name, right? Besides, I need something to call you by."

He didn't know what to say. Can names be given out? No! Of course not! Names are your very being, soul, mind, and body. It cannot be replaced! It certainly won't get rid of his mask. He rubbed it to remind himself. You're nothing without a name. You never were anything. He knows that it's true. Nothing will change, but he desperately wants a name, even if it's fake. 

"Sirius it is then," he rubbed his mask with his fingers.

"I'm glad you like it," She smiled.

So innocent and yet so naive.

"This "name" is only between us. No one would accept it as such."

She nodded.

"Your name is "Olive" for now on."

She nodded again. 

"Why did you enter the forest?"

"I was following a rabbit. It took something from me."

"A rabbit?" He looked at her with disbelief.

She nodded. Her cheeks were red as strawberries.

"I didn't see or hear any rabbit. Perhaps you went the wrong way."

"I didn't go the wrong way," She mumbled.

He ignored her as they followed the stream. Where there is water, a village must be near. He wasn't sure if he wanted to go into town. He might scare them off or worse. Olive wasn't that too concerned, looking dumbly around herself. 

You have to take care of her, the white orb spoke to him.

It sat on his shoulder. He wished that it would talk more; he's not good at making decisions for himself. The boy fears mistakes, and going into town might be one. He gulped at the thought of bringing trouble to them. 

Take care of her, it said.

He can barely take care of himself. How long has it been since he was cast down to the land of dirt? His clothes tell him it has been three suns. Three suns and he already looked like a servant. They are doomed if the orbs leave him. He hoped that would never happen.

The stream ran into a small forest full of fruits and flowers. The boy never expected such beauty to be here. The land of dirt and rock was dirty compared to his homeland. The people who live down here are savages and beasts. The tales must be wrong. He couldn't imagine his kind stepping down here to get their shoes messy.

She stopped and examined the red fruit dangling off a tree. The boy had never seen red apples before; they are usually gold. Olive stood on her tippy toes, taking one. She frowned.

"It's an apple," she said, squirting her eyes.

"Yes, it is," he nodded.

She placed it in her bag. The boy was confused as to why she was upset. Was she expecting it to be something else? Humans are strange creatures.

"Look!" She pointed, "There's someone there! By the water."

Indeed there is someone. A young nimal rabbit sat at the edge, gathering water. It wore a periwinkle dress with an apron that matches its cream fur.  

Is this the rabbit that stole from Olive? He doubts. No one dared to enter the forest, especially frail ones like a nimal rabbit. They should know better.

She didn't seem to notice them yet, humming to a lullaby that was familiar to him. A common lullaby that he didn't know spread far. The song from the olden days. The lullaby about the battle of the Titan and the first Sun King, The Immortal King. He heard it so many times that he instantly started to sing along.

There was once a king born from the sun.

Who fell but never came down

A Titan is slain by his golden sword

All was lost when they breathed no more

A morbid song to sing, but it has always been popular. He used to sing it many times as a child. Now the memories of his home are too much to bear. The boy held back the tears that were forming in his eyes. He looked at the black-haired girl. She didn't seem to notice him crying, or at least she's pretending not to. He shook his head and rubbed his mask. No matter how many times he wants to forget, nothing can take away the mark of his abandonment.

He put his hood up and strolled behind the girl. Olive should be the one talking to it. Who knows what it would do if the rabbit saw him. His chest became tight as they walked closer. The rabbits' big brown eyes stared back at them as prey would do to a predator. He stopped following Olive as she was face to face with the scared rabbit. 

"Hello!" Olive said, smiling, "My friend and I are lost. Do you mind helping us?"

"W-w-who are you? Wh-what do you want!" the rabbit screamed.

It was indeed a mistake.

"My name is Olivi-Olive, "She smiled nervously, "And he's Sirius. We want to know where the closest town is."

The rabbit placed the bucket of water on the ground, "What are you? You look. Strange."

"I'm human…."

"Are you lying to me?" The rabbit sounded insulted.

"No, really, I am human. Look!" Olive pulled out a strange object in her bag, "this is bug spray. Have you seen anything like this?"

Olive gave it to the rabbit. The rabbit examined it with such fascination. The boy never saw anything like it before either. This "bug spray" definitely looks otherworldly.

"Okay, I believed you… But I might get in trouble if I tell you."

"We won't tell a soul. I promise."

The rabbit gave it back, and Olive swiftly placed it back into her bag. The rabbit turned its attention to him. He pulled his hood further down his face as the rabbit crept closer to him. Now he has become the prey. Sweat drips down his cheeks as she gets closer. Don't please, he begged just as the rabbit was about to see his face, Olive steps between them.

"He's shy. Please leave him alone."

The rabbit wrinkled its noses but backed away. The boy sighed deeply.

"My village is that way," the cream rabbit pointed, "you should speak to Raymond or Raoul. They might even let you stay."

"Thank you!" Olive clasps her hands together.

They left the rabbit by the stream. Olive was still guiding him to another unknown location. Is it fear or excitement that he felt? Perhaps it is both. But one thing is certain. She is going to find the truth about him. And she, too, will hate him.