The Story of Forthia Stein

The story of Forthia Stein, a complicated woman, told by Colonel Thane Bricken.

 

I can still remember the time I had first met Forthia Stein. She had been an odd one at that time, dressing in dresses but having her hair short. At first glance I had believed her to be a cross dressing man, but then again, all books have a misleading cover, I have learned in my time of living.

The culture of the small town I had been stationed in had been an odd one, basing things off of human dialect and their meanings. They had taken everything into such a literal sense, I had found it amazing how such a small village could have such an orderly way of doing things.

It was like a small, unhappy village that made happy little increments happen from time to time. They had been such a complicated bunch, I had no idea how to deal with them. Yet ignoring the unhappy atmosphere, Forthia Stein had formed her own idea of happiness, and had, without hesitation, followed that path to an extreme.

It had never faltered, nor had her beliefs. It was a melancholy sense of loyalty that she had encoded into her, I believed. I am still a firm believer to this day, she had something else planned, a more advanced version of what she was doing. She was going to take her duty and dreams to an extreme level and continue them, not stop at Death’s door.

I had never thought a woman could go through an evolution but could remain the same in the process. She had taken everything into such an advanced form, but had never changed. The times never seemed to change for her. She had always stayed in the times where she was a little girl, practicing with her ribbon and dancing about.

She had never grown up to face reality. She dealt with it to make other’s happy, but she never faced it, she had never moved on. Yet it was a good thing, I had realized. I had… realized things too late, unfortunately. Through all my years of training, it had never helped me in a situation like this… I had realized something very important in too late of time.

I had realized, when she had walked away, that I had wanted to remain a child, a mature child. I had, no, I have still wanted to remain a mature child that stayed at home, day and night, so when she was done with the act of facing reality…

…she could have been herself with me.

Author's Note

The prologue is in first person, and the rest is in third person. It'll be explained later.