Rochine was a girl 4 years older than I who lived opposite my house.
For sisterless me, it was as if she were truly my older sister.
GIRL OF RECOLLECTION
Rochine was a rather peculiar child.
She loved playing in forests and rivers like a boy.
When she caught insects and small animals, she'd boast to me and display them.
She had lots of odds and end, which looked like the things boys make treasure.
The most curious object amongst them, an egg like stone that looked like a person's face, which had been cast aside at the river's edge, was always dear to her.
When playing in the forest and the river, the sun almost set before we realised it.
Things like that happened often.
But, when I think about it now, that was due to Rochine refusing to return home.
Although not well understood by me, who was small,
Rochine's parents were often quarrelling. It was always about her.
There were often occasions when she'd have bruises on her arms and checks. At such times, she always spoke to me this way.
Jill, the Peacuff Story, truth be told, it's wrong.
In the real Peacuff Story, Peacuff is in fact a faery child, as you'd expect.
Even now, he lives happily with his true mother and father in the Land of Faery.
And I'll let you in on a secret. (A.)
I'm also just like Peacuff.
In truth, I am an inhabitant of the Land of Faery.
Rochine looked at me, admiring her with a serious expression, and laughed as if it were funny; as if she were making herself be happy.
I heard the story some time later.
There was a time, before I was born, when my village was dragged into a great battle.
Although, at that time, almost all the villagers were safe and sound, having been evacuated to the forest before-hand...
Within, it seems, there were several women who had been slow to escape.
Amongst them, Rochine's mother as well...
Rochine grew up listening to her father's scolding words. (B.)
"That child, is she really my daughter?"...
And then one violent, rainy night
You're going, where to?
The Misty Valley,
to the Land of Faery.
My treasure, I leave it all to you.
Although the adults looked for Rochine and searched the mountains and forest for many days.
In the end, they were unable to find her...
And then, mysteriously, after several days, Rochine's parents disappeared from the village as well,
as if they had chased after her.
As for the packed wooden box of treasured items that Rochine said she give to me,
from within there,
the only item I could not find was that strange stone.
And then, after a while,
those elves started to attack the villages.
Although the small me didn't understand all that well,
I feel that I know a little now,
about Rochine's feelings at that time.
Hey-- Hey--, that strange stone Rochine had,
it wasn't like this, was it?
It's the same as Rochine's.
Me pad's free-loader and Betty hugging pillow-
Label: Me Pad.
Betty the Beherit.
We're well acquainted. (C.)
This is a sorcerous stone.
Argh! My Betty!
It summons angels who are able to confer power on weak humans. (D.)
A sorcerous stone...
...Devils posing as angels perhaps.
Anyway, they're something like that.
I (too) don't know how to summon them by using this
But your friend summoned them.
And she got what she wanted, that faery like form of hers.
All in exchange for one thing.
That faery tale you tell so well. It's the same as with Peacuff's eyes and ears.
Seductive proposals always come with drawbacks.
They demand a sacrifice.
In exchange for power, you must offer up the person most dear to you.
You said it yourself,
after several days her parents disappeared.
Rochine offered them up;
in order to fulfil her desire;
the lives of her parents;
(as) a sacrifice.
You should quit here.
This fellow isn't a Peacuff like brat's faery tale.
This fellow is a blood-soaked, adult faery tale.
get more involved in this,
and you'll die.
I won't stop my sword
A kid who escapes from a loser father and a mother who can't do anything..
This is no place for the likes of you to loiter.
You're a nuisance.
Hey, you, that's a bit much......
Kids have their own fairytales.
Youd rather runaway from your world and troubles by dreaming about kid's fairytales like Peacuff.
Just a minute. Hey. Not again...!
Why does it have to be this way!? Puck (action):: Shipitaba, shipitaba. (G.)
'Kid', 'kid'. She can't help it, 'cause she really is a kid!!
Child abuser! We'll sue!
Of late, even the regulations are severe. If you go on doing as you please too much, you'll get us banned...
...Hey, what's that you're doing?
You're the one who belongs in a fairytale.
Uoh-- Why you-- Take me out from here--
Jill--! Take no notice of what that filthy heretic has to say!
Condemned just because a child is a child, it's inexcusable!
Whether it's Jill or whether it's Rochine!
If you have to suffer because you're an ordinary child, surely it's the world that is at fault!
I'm ashamed and angry.
Jill, by the way, get me out of here please. I'm stuck.
Tee hee (giggle).
It's been a while, hasn't it, Jill!
My big sister, Rochine...