Once upon a time, there lived a humanly-shaped wight.
It disguised itself as a Girl.
Girl with a bright smile.
Girl with twinkling eyes.
Girl with ambition
Girl with (almost) normal parents.
And was believed to be named 'Flame'
She disguised so well, that none but the creature with extraterrestrial powers could identify it.
She was an Ideal 'girl'(so they believed)
Always available to help.
Always available to listen.
Always available to talk.
Always available for friends.
She used to smile at everyone's joke. Yes, even on boring ones.
She never missed saying Sorry or Thank you. Not even with friends.
As they said, she was Ideal.
To no one's surprise, she was beyond-awesome.
Over the years on earth, her memory faded about her life as a wight.
About the wings, she had hidden in the outskirts of the city.
About the hallows that she had requested to be made invisible.
About the fairy wand that she converted into a pen.
About her other heart, which she kept secret.
About the beautiful colour of her actual skin.
She got lost in the earthly relations and bondings.
She got busy seeking things which she never desired of.
She got busy making people happy who mattered the least.
She got busy in the daily routine life.
She got busy in being 'Flame'
