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___A bell chimed softly, the pink hue ringing a sweet tune that seemed almost to smell of flowers. The soft sound rolled across the wide hills to touch the ears of people nearby delicately with a faint vibration. Again it rang, caressed by the wind flowing through the old temple. Seemingly forgotten, the bell almost cried out for attention as it rang for a third time, making a vocal impression upon the nature within a radius.

___With the final tone, the shaking and gyrating of the air appeared to be materializing, a small female with dark hair and magenta eyes falling from within the small item. It seemed almost like an un-natural depth was inside of the minute bell. She landed roughly on the old marble floors, shaking and examining her new world with wide eyes. Looking up at what had been her safe haven for so long, the bell shook before exploding into shards and fading away.

___Your name is Jin-Ho.

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___Jin-Ho chewed gently on her thumb, bored after rolling around in the grass. Her first social experience hadn't been as bad as she'd anticipated. Though, she felt somewhat alone in this odd new world. She missed certain things about being a bell. Security, not really being able to get hurt ... Not having to eat ... The thought crossed her mind as her stomach rumbled fiercely.

___She wiggled her toes mindlessly, picking a small flower and sucking the necter out of the center. Most of her clothes had been discarded and folded carefully under a tree. The small shift allowed for more comfort when lying on the cool ground and feeling the warm sun.

___The Satyr wondered quietly to herself why she was there. What was the point exactly? Yes to continue the species but what else? There was a new world around her much different from her ancestors. What was she to do? Lie in the grass and chatter all day? Live where life took her? Yes, that was a thought, but having something to look forward to every day wasn't such a bad idea either. Something like a goal to accomplish perhaps?

___A larger question posed to her was, would she even be allowed into the outside world. Would she be accepted? There were no scrolls or decaying books for her to decipher about the world now, only the world then. Was her altered interest in scholastic learning simply a thing to be lost forever?

___She didn't know, she didn't know if she should find out. The clouds seemed to have another idea of how to deal with this however, moving lazily along and lulling her wandering eyes to sleep.

___Her fingers touched her horns gently, curving her hand around their shape. The tinge of blue reminded her of a bright day when the clouds mixed into the colour of the sky. Leaning over, she admired them in the reflection of a pool of water. They were almost the only thing she allowed herself to be vain about. She folded her hands neatly in her lap and looked down at her robes, spread in ripples around her kneeling body. The embroidered flowers in her skirts seemed to bloom up at her, questioning what she was doing. Why aren't you out with the others? They chimed, and in frustration the little Satyr began to pick at the threads. Stubby, childish fingers rubbed the embroidery, wanting their chimerical voices to simply be quiet.

___She gazed up at the statue towering above her. The marble was old, everywhere in this forgotten place nature had taken its course. Leaves scattered, plants bloomed in cracks, and animals nested inside. Ancient, haunting, and peaceful. Jin-Ho had heard of a Prometheus ritual, which would enable her to grow up. Part of her wanted that, the other part, was scared, and felt that if she did the ritual she'd only be one step closer to the inevitablility of death. This was a trial, a choice she had to make. Would she grow up, or remain physically a child for the rest of her life. Would it be so bad? To have the age of an older Satyr and the knowledge, but the body of innocence? No one could touch her, or hurt her. She could be happy, and no one would question her odd habits. Everything would stay the same.

___Should I grow up. Do I want to. Why, why can't I just stay the same? This bounced back and forth in Jin-Ho's mind. She had grown lonely, the other Satyr's had their human companions, why was she alone? Why, why did she have to be alone? The realistic side of her told her that she was not alone, and to stop whining and go make some friends. Jin-Ho bit her little thumb and stood up, slowly walking along the sides of the abandoned courtyard. Making house in a long-dead temple is lonely and scary business. She wondered if she'd ever find somewhere bright and happy, and not cold and full of stone statues that never move, nor smile.

___She swung her hands behind her back and looked down at the long rectangular reflecting pool. I want to be unique. More special than anyone else. I just want to be different. She thought, her mirror image looked up at her and thought back, But you are. She shook her head at herself, No I'm not. I want a different style and flow. I want to be more than the typical. Her liquid doppleganger shook her head and faded away into the ripples. Jin-Ho sighed and turned her attention to the sky, until she heard a loud bang and the sound of items hitting the floor.
___"This can't be. So soon?" The Satyr heard an odd voice cry out behind her. She turned around to analyze the taller, hornless woman.
___"Who are you!" Jin-Ho cried out, moving further away and to the other side of the pool. "Why are you in my home?"
___"Well ..." The person seemed helpless. "It's my fault you're here. I had to leave and take care of quite a few things." She bent down and began to pick up several books and scrolls. "I hid the Bell here, I didn't think you'd materialize so soon ..."
___"I've been here for months, all alone. Why, do you know me?"
___"Jin-Ho, I left that name here for you before I left. I'm really very sorry." The woman continued to be preoccupied with what she was doing. The little girl wrinkled her face and stomped her foot.
___"I don't believe you! And I won't!" She walked away, her little robes flying around her and the sound of her hooves hitting the ground angrily.