Humans have always intrigued me.

They live such trivial lives, worrying about senseless things, caring about things that shouldn't even be noticed, thinking that they are entitled to an opinion about things that has no relation to their lives.

They really are quite funny, sometimes.

But one certain human has gotten my attention for years.

Nothing has corrupted her.

But then her dream came true, and that did it.

I must warn you, though. There would be no happy ending to this story. You would only gain nothing but heartache and if quite possible, a lesson.

Now, if you are a fan of such stories, please sit back and enjoy reading through.

But if you aren't, you are free to leave anytime.

Now, where was I? Ah, yes. Let us begin our story.

It all started in a tiny community between two mountains in the Philippines. I would not tell you which mountain specifically - that is a secret I'd like to hold against myself, if you wouldn't mind.

There was peace and harmony among these people. They helped each other, talked to one another, and enjoyed each of their simple lives. It was really quite a simple one, well, for them that is. But I don't think anyone else would have survived stepping in their shoes, most especially if you weren't cut out for it.

Once the sun rises, each civilian would step out of their homes and tend to their crops or maybe to their livestock. They would clean their surroundings, provide sufficient rations to those who are in need, and try to survive. Now if there comes a time wherein the supplies are low, a small group of people will be assembled to gather more from the surrounding forests or from the next town over - which meant walking for hours.

And that is where our wonderful heroine comes around. Her name was Anya and she liked these walks. And they liked having her with them. She was born with the voice of an angel's and she made these 'walks' much less tedious.

They'd make her sing dozens of different songs and not once would she complain. She enjoyed singing as much as they enjoyed listening to her. She'd do this to and from their tiny community and she loved every single bit of it.

And when nighttime comes around, you could say that everything and everyone would come to life. For when the moon and stars are up above on their thrones, these people would gather around a huge fire and sing. They'd sing for hours and dance and just try to talk over one another.

Like I said, they lived quite a simple life.

But oh, everything was about to change, most especially for our heroine; for change was the only thing that is constant.

When the sun rose again, when they went out of their tiny homes, they saw something that surprised them. Coming down from the mountains were people - white people. Of course those from the community knew what these people are doing and where they are from; they weren't really that illiterate.

But they were still fascinated by these strangers' stories, most especially Anya. The strangers' talked about brilliant white lights, glorious cities, and many more. And Anya couldn't get enough of it. She wanted what these strangers had, what they talked about. And due to these wants, a small seed that she didn't know existed inside of her slowly grew. And nothing or no one would be able to stop it, except for herself.