AMITAF
Once upon a time—hah, you thought I was going to tell you a sweet little fairy tale, or some fantasy about the golden boy in a hopeless town?
Well… maybe I am.
Our story begins with a little boy named Meris, born into an ordinary family. He didn’t have many skills or talents, but he carried a pure, white heart. He could tell right from wrong, and he was clever—patient, too.
At the age of four, while other children played with toys and chased each other in the fields, Meris was different. He wandered the streets and alleys as if searching for something—something only he knew about.
One day, his search suddenly stopped. That’s when he found her—a little girl named Amitaf.
Meris stood still, his small chest rising and falling as he caught his breath. The streets were quiet now, the distant chatter of neighbors fading into the warm air.
And there she was.
A little girl, no older than him, sitting on the edge of a crumbling stone step. Her dark hair fell over her face, hiding her eyes, but Meris could feel them—watching him.
“Who are you?” he asked, his voice low, unsure if he should get closer.
She didn’t answer right away. Instead, she tilted her head slightly, as if weighing whether he was worth speaking to. Then, in a voice almost like a whisper, she said:
“My name… is Amitaf.”
For some reason, hearing that name made Meris’s heart beat faster. He didn’t know why—but he felt, deep inside, that this was who he had been searching for all along.
