Past

White was her dress, and golden the ring around her neck. All laughs and plays. Dragons and indians, fairies and witches were her friends, and she played with them night and day. And Good Brother was with her.

A pale, blond sickly child. Can you give me a kiss? But she is already gone, lips broke into a smile.

She was afraid of nothing. And the life was hers.

Red was her dress. No more ring around her neck. She knows now fear, and loss, and sorrow. But still she walks, cause she knows who she is.