Another day with autumn weather on the Gold Creek comes as leaves fall from the trees with a crimson hue for the first time. As the sun set in the west with reddish-orange light from afar, Eve sat alone on the bench again with only her book, watching many people enjoying the quality of their lives on the grass.

Holding her cup of tea in a bottle, she glares with envy at the sight of the teens having fun too close to her. They ran, twirled, and even danced along the falling leaves with their soulmates or friends—smiling and laughing warmly. All while Eve was alone pondering the sunset and the orange light reflecting on the trees.

Eve hums a tune following the line on the page, which is set through a 'do re mi' sentence.

"I like this view." She mumbled.

"The sunset, the birds, the leaves..."

"But not the people. The people are annoying and too loud. Too boring..."

"If only they weren't too boring. But they're humans, and they're not too fun."

Eve resisted the urge to rant at the children playing near her. Their loud screams nearly deafened her ears.

"Oh, what am I talking? As if I ever need to listen to this everyday."

From the long bag beside her, Charger pokes his head out of boredom and air. It appears Eve wasn't too 'alone' in his wandering quest at the sunset. But the boy was there with his own entertainment to appease the view rather than joining the people.

Even for a new inhabitant of Earth, a white shirt covered by overalls seems a perfect disguise for Charger. Despite nothing covering up the alien face and antennae, he remains unseen and unsuspected by others. It was like he was invisible, too.

"I can listen to that every day! This is clearly Quasor to me!"

"This isn't Quasor for one thing, Charger. This is Earth." Eve grabs him by the head.

"And where did you get that jacket?"

"Oh, it's working! Looks like my disguise didn't failed me!" He holds his DS tightly while he plays his game all along.

The children's games became more interesting from afar, taking Charger's attention. They were throwing balls, running around, and even eating foods that could've been his to chew. He was jealous and wanted to leave the bench to join them, but Eve forbade him from getting out of the edge.

"Aww, I want to play with them."

"You can't play with those people, Charger. You're not a human like them." "I am! I dress like them. And they dressed like me, too."

"But did you look like them?"

"Oh, yeah..."

Charger continues with his DS as he is convinced with dissatisfaction.

The people's happiness was too loud, and Eve couldn't pretend it no longer existed. But more and more people started leaving the park until only the children remained on the grass while their parents sat contemplating the beautiful sunset with their picnic baskets.

Her eyes kept looking at the sunset until it descended into darkness, following the blink of the stars coming from where it was purple. It was for the children to leave after the first lantern was lit in the park, and their parents called them in a hurry. They were hesitant, but they were easily afraid of the darkness.

As soon as the children leave the park, Eve can enjoy the piece of her literature in peace. Just before, she was unamused and disturbed watching the sunset to distract herself from the sounds of the people. Now, she hears only silence and sees one lamp above her head right where she needs it.

"You weep less for your people and praises more for mine?"

"What do you mean?"

"How little you talked about your planet than you will for mine? Are you really enjoying this place more than there?"

Charger puts down his DS as it goes low battery.

"Just because I wanted to play with them doesn't mean I care less about my people. Quasarian don't weep for something hard to happen."

"So why do you want to join this adventure if you know we're leaving this planet? Don't you just want to have fun with the people instead?"

"I do. But you think I made all of this for you? After all, you were only a backseat for what I'm planning out there..."

The night was for only the two to watch the moon swinging along the stars in the sky. As Eve finishes the last chapter of her book, she has nothing to read but the wind or the grass pattern. Which is something she would've spent all by herself before meeting with Charger. The golem gave her a little life in her loneliness.

Charger took out a few pebbles in his pocket to interpret his words.

"Once the Quasor star was destroyed, we didn't just wait and live by the rubbles. We dispersed and vanished in the vast Universe, spreading where we can step our foot without a destruction at the bay."

"My people would've been anywhere, and I planned to save them from living wherever they are. How terrible it would be if I'm not there to help them, right?"

"Talking about being a hero again?"

"Yeah, but I'm 100% confident to what I'm doing right now. Maybe I should reconsider putting an island somewhere so you can visit them anytime?"

"I think a lot of them would like you more than I do to you."

"Flattering. So flattering..." Eve rolls her eyes out.

Sometimes, Eve would bring a snack like a macaron or arem from her country—a tasty treat with thick rice that covers the chicken well so she doesn't have to eat it separately. But Charger gets to feed on the snack before her, and she is left with only a macaron on the table. It was her only favourite snack among the macarons, yet it had been gone.

"But do you know why I want to go there so much, Charger? Ever think how a girl like me dare to put myself in trouble just to get a glimpse of a view like you?" Eve glares sideways while sitting tall on the bench.

"Is it something to do with your self-indulgence and ambition? Been there for long like a thunder chasing a meteorite to a planet." Charger became more relaxed with the bench.

"No, it's different. It's something personal, too. Something that a person would felt deep within."

Charger turns off a small lantern from Eve's bag to brighten where the big lantern didn't.

"Well, so does everyone? Who wouldn't have the depth in their hearts to feel such desire? You think adventure started out of thin air?"

After she finishes reading, she glances at the sky with curiosity in her eyes as she recalls those adventures she heard and saw from the line. There was a fight she wanted to copy, a talk she wanted to make, and a people she wished to see eye to eye. Yet all of that story came from a long mountain.

"Because it's about the difference, Charger. It's about breaking out of the line for the first time. It's about making your own story instead of following your given role. And my story? My role is to discover things I shouldn't have been." Eve puts down her book.

"Yeah, that's exactly what I'm saying."

"I don't understand why you felt like you were different. But if you didn't make it, how can you say yours is more depth than I?"

"It's not that I offend you or anything. But why question it's extraordinary?"

Eve was silenced, having nothing in her mouth but another silence at the end of her tongue. When the curiosity is too high, the hope often falls deeper when she blinks. But when she sees Charger out of the ordinary and filled with a curious mind, her hopes never fall anymore.

"Do you ever just stop and realize you're just a bunch of scraps talking to me?"

"What?" Charger stops.

"You're a bunch of pebbles floating around, Charger. The only thing that makes you special is that you're not from here, and you would've been nothing but another people in your planet."

"You're not special. Not by many eyes of people of your planet."

When Charger hears this, he feels slightly moved but still hesitant, questioning her motives as if her 'greatness' is somewhat a new goal. He can feel as if he is hearing a speech of someone familiar but can't tell which and whom. Yet it all remains the same—a spotlight.

"Yeah, but now I am here. Now I'm nothing out of the ordinary, right? Maybe I'm not special from my place, but I am now in here."

"Exactly. So you know why I want to."

"Uhm, I would need you to elaborate for me." Charger sat confused at Eve.

"Do you ever see why I don't like this place now? I'm not special, and I'm nothing much but a side character for someone like the two boys I knew. Like there's nothing unique about my life even from where I was born..."

"Not angst, no grief, and not even a past worth developing my own arc. I'm truly a side character in this forsaken hill spending my whole life getting close to 'main character' hoping I was...at least a part of the play."

"But somewhere, I always believe I was one in a million who didn't have to be stuck in this traffic and would've been the one making the new infrastructure instead."

"But being human wasn't unique anywhere. So, why bother?"

"Maybe you are also a main character I've been following since."

For one conversation felt so living, Eve and Charger sat long in the darkness pondering the stars together. What was once a long hour of waiting and pondering for Eve before going home felt more like a reflection with another creature.

Charger scratches his head with an annoyed face.

"Alright, you beat me to it. I guess that was something 'odd' for someone to say. But it doesn't change the fact that you want attention either."

"You still had an ambition like others. But I really don't know where do you want this to go."

"How's the boy? How's everything in this town? I was new here, and I've been trying to get along on Earth. Are you not afraid that something or someone might have proved you wrong?"

"Maybe you could be a main character for someone else here?" Charger picked up his hat.

It was too long, and Eve had her time under the night sky. With all the time she had alongside Charger, nothing was left for her to wait for a precious bed and a shower at home. With each book she read, she felt closer and closer to the wisdom of an adventurer.

From a small folktale about hundreds of majestic genies building a temple for a young empress to a forest filled with a beastly wolf lured with a deception, she became more wary about the threat of her adventure to the unknown. Yet she braces it deeply, trying to break the insignificance of herself.

"I can assure you, Charger. Nothing's interesting in this town for me. There's no reason for me to stay on Earth even for the many dollars I've had in a suitcase."

"The only thing I want from where I saw your two prongs is to have this ice ring carrying out a legend that an entire realm will soon heard. A power shaking every boots and left my enemies and doubters in shambles."

"But I want every realm but Earth to hear my name. They will shout the name Eve and shiver like they never been when they are lost and hopeless. From the brightest world of Elis to the abyss of Asteno, they'll remember me as the one valiant lady who were there turning the tide."

"But why not Earth? Why everyone but Earth?"

Eve sat quietly without a word before she prepared to go home with Charger inside her bag.

"Because it's not my story. And never will..."

So she came home, holding her bag tight with the collection of her books, following the star to the east as guidance. With Charger on her side, there's hope for her adventure to be a success. And maybe—maybe there's a chance for a spotlight.

This was the life that Eve wanted for long—the chance to make a spotlight. No longer shall she wait by the bookshelf and librarian's table to watch a story unfold from the windows. Now, she'll make her own for the world. The original one.