Just Hold My Hand
If she had to define her life in a word, it would be something close to conformity.
Maybe it could be called resignation.
It was mainly resignation to absurdity.
To put it simply, Sonidor lived her life by these words:
‘Nothing will change even if you struggle, so damn the world and do whatever you want.‘
From the moment Sonidor was born, she was deprived of basic rights that most people enjoyed.
This situation never changed, no matter how many times she got angry or protested.
Sonidor was born as a descendant of the Descencia tribe, and in fact, had a different real name.
Her original name, which she inherited from her mother, was ‘Dreams made of Gold’, and the name ‘Sonidor’ was an apt translation of it in the Imperial language.
That was the first right she had been denied – all of the Descencian tribesmen had to change their names into the Imperial language, barred from using their own language.
Sonidor in the Imperial language meant something akin to ‘sweet dreams’, so whenever anyone in the Empire heard her name for the first time, they all laughed.
For example, when they would say goodbye to her late in the evening, saying ‘Sonidor, Sonidor!’ and burst into laughter as if it were the greatest joke they’d ever heard.
The nasty pun always annoyed Sonidor no matter how many times she heard it.
Imperial law prevented Descencian tribesmen from inheriting surnames.
It was a form of discrimination that had occurred since their land was destroyed by the Arche Empire 500 years ago.
The fact that they could not inherit surnames was in line with meaning that a Descencian tribesman could never inherit a status higher than that of a commoner.
It didn’t matter how much they contributed to the empire – it was impossible to become an aristocrat, without a doubt.
In addition to that, their tribesmen could not leave the Empire until they died.
Originally, Descencian tribesmen lived on a huge island located at the southern end of the Empire.
The island had a mild climate all year round, and was rich in marine resources and mana.
In particular, the mana contained in the island was overflowing to the point where it was enough to be referred to as a ‘mana landfill’, and the Emperor of the Arche Empire who invaded the island 500 years ago called it ‘mana island’.
It was thought of as a land blessed by God.
The natives there lived in one large tribe, and they had magical abilities from generation to generation thanks to the huge amounts of mana energy in their surroundings.
The types of abilities a tribesman had varied widely from family to family.
Some abilities included: the ability to bend iron, to read the memory of objects or people, to create wind, to foresee the future, and so on.
Most abilities were passed on through blood and could be used from generation to generation, and did not require mana to be used.
Although the ability was insignificant in terms of range and effect when compared to, for example, wide-range magic such as ‘Meteor’, the fact that no mana was required to use the ability meant that it could be used indefinitely until one ran out of stamina.
Moreover, there were tribesmen who displayed abilities that could not possibly be recreated using magic.
The Empire faced severe resistance from the Descencian tribesmen, and to throw away their chances of using the tribesmen’s powers would be regrettable.
In the end, the empire did not recognise the Descencia tribe as people of the Empire, but gave them the status of ‘Artisans’.
It was an existence in-between a slave and a commoner – someone who could own private property, but would never be able to receive a castle or title even if they made a contribution.
Still, their circumstances were better than that of slaves’, but most commoners ignored the artisans.
Sonidor was a dream master.
She had the ability to enter dreams by connecting the dreamer’s consciousness with her own, through physical contact.
Usually, she’d listen to the will of an elderly person who was on the verge of death, and fulfil an unfulfilled wish in a dream.
She would occasionally get a dangerous request to retrieve confidential information, but her assistant, Terry, would take care of people who requested things like that.
Sonidor was still carrying out a request that day.
And she really wanted to feed her client porridge. [t/n: Korean people equate doing very simple tasks to eating porridge, so it’s meant here that her client is making things hard for her.]
“I-I-I mean you…Ha…always…so…-“
It was already the second time she went into this client’s dream.
She had gritted her teeth and endured and endured.
There were times when she couldn’t complete her request in one go, but she rarely went up to 3 times because once or twice was enough.
But, judging by the way her client was acting, it seemed she would be doing this 3 times.
“No, no, the sunset is beautiful, Lila.”
Hearing the client’s words, Sonidor turned her gaze to the sky, and the cobalt-coloured sky instantly turned bloody as if red paint had been splattered across it.
This meant her hour of awakening was drawing near.
If the land was the domain of the client, the sky was Sonidor’s domain.
Sonidor stared at the red sunset.
Sometimes, she would cause cracks to appear in the sky if she lost her concentration, or snow to fall when it was the middle of summer in the dream.
There were no set forms or rules in dreams, so it was always unknown what form her distraction would take in the sky.
‘Is it time to eat? Or do I need to use the bathroom? Menstruation has always been a problem,’ Sonidor thought.
Suddenly, dark clouds began to form in the sky, and the sound of thunder erupted.
She must have been hungry this time.
“Thunder suddenly appeared from the sky!,” her client said, shocked.
Sonidor stared blankly at the confused client.
‘A man remembers his first love until the day he dies.’
Sonidor recalled a saying she hadn’t paid much attention to until now.
She was in a position where she had never been able to have a relationship of her own because she was engulfed by work all the time.
She wanted to know what havin
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