Is The Super Famous Sorceress The Villain?

Sniff, sniff. In the middle of the sidewalk, I sobbed as my hands covered the tears streaming from my eyelids. My knee was scraped.

"What's wrong, Milla? Did you fall?"

Through my tears, I nodded to my mother's question.

"Oh, dear."

That afternoon, I had been speeding on the red bike my dad gave me for my birthday. That bike had been the best gift… but I ended up crashing. It was completely wrecked.

"Milla, stop crying already! Geez, you're such a crybaby!"

"M-Milovan!"

My older brother always scolded me whenever I cried. When I was little, unlike now, I used to cry a lot. No matter how small the situation was, even if the solution was right in front of me, I would always break into tears.

Milovan, on the other hand, was always firm, brave, energetic, and rarely cried.

"B-but my bike! Wahhh!"

"Milla, that's enough" Milovan exclaimed with a sigh. "You can have my bike, okay?"

"Huh? Really?"

"Of course!"

I timidly reached for the handlebars of his bike, but Milovan quickly pulled it away.

"Only if you stop crying so much," he said, his eyes locked onto mine.

"B-but brother, I... I'm not like you... That's Imposible for me..." Upon hearing my brother's response, small tears began to form in my eyes.

Milovan sighed and, after thinking for a moment, chuckled confidently. "Do you want to know the secret to my confidence, Milla? Fine, I'll tell you! Crying when you fail at something isn't bad. But once you're done, smile, get up, and try again with all your strength with guts! Got it?"

"Guts?"

"Yes, guts! Like this: Uoooo!"

"Uoo?"

"No! Louder, Milla! Like this: Uoooooo!"

"Uoooooo!"

"That's it!"

Milovan was always my role model. I depended on him whenever I didn't know what to do because he always had the answers. But I didn't know that tragedy would strike a few years later.

I still haven't fulfilled that promise, brother… I'm not done yet, so watch me, please. Wherever you are, look at me. I'll definitely keep my promise.

Milovan smiled at me tenderly.

"Yes, you've grown so strong, Milla."

"Huh?"

Milovan's face began to fade, as did everything around me, until…

"Huh? Milovan?"

A dream. I looked around and saw I was in my room. I checked my phone: it was Saturday, 5 a.m.

Huh? So, it was all just a dream? Was it all just my imagination?

I laughed like someone who had lost their sanity, but the pain on my cheek brought me back to reality.

That cut Katrina gave me was still there. So that part was real. Tears welled up in my eyes, and I felt a lump in my throat.

"No, I mustn't cry."

I tried my best to hold it in, but it was impossible. I started crying. When was the last time I cried? I couldn't remember, but the feeling was uncontrollable at that moment.

Everything I believed in was a lie: Katrina, Trio Encanto, and my convictions. I had nothing left... I buried myself under the covers until the tears and sobbing put me back to sleep.

Hours passed. I didn't feel like getting up, didn't want to do anything. I just wanted to drown in my sorrows.

Knock, knock. "Milla, breakfast is ready."

My mom knocked on the door, but I couldn't respond or rather, I didn't want to.

"I'm coming, Mom," I finally replied as I got up to go eat. Before leaving, I saw the Trio Encanto poster on my bedroom wall. In anger, I ripped it down.

I sighed deeply and walked out.

"Milla, are you okay? What if we…?"

"I'm not hungry, Mom. I'm going for a walk."

"Mila, how did you get that cut on your face?"

"It's nothing."

I tossed my red hat into a corner and left. My mom looked at me with a worried expression, but I kept going.

I wandered through the city, walking aimlessly. Many people stared at me because of my disheveled appearance, but I ignored them.

What's the point of life? I thought. What's my purpose in this world? What will happen to me? Will I graduate school? Get a job? Finish a degree? And after that, what?

As I pondered these questions, a breaking news story appeared on the TV of a nearby building. They were interviewing Dasha Vienna.

[We'll do everything we can to catch the culprits, so rest assured.]

Suddenly, a little girl raised her voice "Mommy, mommy, look! Trio Encanto!" Poor girl, I thought. If she knew who Trio Encanto really was, she'd be just as crushed as I am.

The little girl's eyes locked onto me. "Mommy, mommy, look! A homeless woman!" Her mother quickly pulled her away, saying "Diana, don't point at people!"

H-homeless? Who's the homeless woman?

I walked over to the window of a clothing store to see my reflection. I looked so pathetic—disheveled and defeated. I smirked bitterly at the sight and turned away to keep walking.

Thud.

"Ouch!"

"..."

I bumped into someone, a girl. Her eyes were piercing. She wore a hoodie with a skull on it and short black skirt, half her hair was white, the other half black, and her skin was brown.

The girl stared at me intensely. Her sharp gaze reminded me of Katrina's.

"S-sorry, that was my fault."

The girl ignored me, brushed off her hoodie, and stared at me seriously. "Watch your steps, homeless woman." She walked away without looking back.

What's her problem? And for the record, I'm not homeless! Sure, I'm a bit disheveled, but I'm not some vagrant.

After venting my anger, I bent down to pick up my wallet, which had fallen when I bumped into that strange girl. When I opened it to check if anything was missing, I saw the picture of my late brother.

I smiled and remembered his words: Crying when you fail at something isn't bad, Milla. But once you're done, smile, get up, and try again with all your strength with guts! Got it?

That's right, I still haven't kept my promise, have I? What am I doing? I can't just mope around like this. There has to be a solution!

I ran with determination.

"Milla Vellerth is not done yet! Uoooo!" I screamed with all my might. Everyone stared at me like I was crazy, but I didn't care. My feet carried me to an empty park, where I sat on a bench, breathing heavily.

With a clearer mind, I reflected on everything that had happened. It's true Katrina was terrifying; her expressions were horrifying. But then, why didn't she finish me off? And those things Warmonger said to her… What did they mean?

However, one thing I couldn't forget was Katrina's face when she left that strange room. She looked sad, like she was about to cry.

At that moment, an idea struck me. I stood up from the bench and shouted:

"Katrina, if you've strayed from the path of justice, I'll help you find your way back!"

Call me reckless, but I'm definitely going to uncover what's going on with Katrina and Trio Encanto.