Une nouvelle vie et un enfant retrouvé

Norway signified "northern way."

A delightful city with the blend of nature and present day structures, Oslo was situated on the country's southern coast at the head of Oslofjord.

In it was a renowned tuition based school named Bestrum Videregaende Skole.

The four structures of this school were of straightforward plan like the vast majority of different structures in Norway, however the fundamental structure was extraordinarily constructed utilizing white marble and straightforward glass. It was so carefully point by point that it resembled a drama house than a school.

A sharp whirlwind blew, making Silje's dark hair dance in the air fiercely. It covered piece of her eyes, however Silje didn't forget about it. She recently stayed remaining with a clear face.

It was a chilly day and it was simply beginning to snow.

Gradually, Silje turned her head peacefully. She was encircled by people who were sneering at her remorselessly.

"So?"

After an obstinate quietness, Silje at long last opened her mouth.

"So what's your arrangement? You're letting me know that you intend to menace me since I'm the main Asian in the school, correct? Is that it?"

Silje looked clear looked as of not long ago. Her resting face was quiet and marginally miserable, and out of nowhere, she scoffed right back at them. She looked so hazardous that the domineering jerks delayed the slightest bit.

She proceeded, "You folks have proactively chosen to do this, isn't that so? You simply need somebody to menace, that is all, so do anything you desire. I will let you."

As it began to snow harder, Silje grinned.

"Be that as it may, recollect this. Regardless of how seriously you folks menace me, you won't ever remove my soul."

After a concise faltering, they gradually amassed Silje and began to pull her hair.

The ground was presently canvassed in white snow.

Out of nowhere, there was a boisterous slapping sound.

This was whenever Silje first experienced viciousness in her life.

After one year.

Silje was remaining on the railing outside the third-floor window. The schoolmates behind her prodded and obstructed her direction. They called her an Asian monkey, and it appeared as though they were going to go after her. These were her victimizers who had been bulling Silje for as far back as year. Today was very much like whatever other day where they ridiculed and tormented her.

"Descend at the present time so we can get you!"

"Filthy Asian monkey! You will get it today!"

There were dangers and terrorizing.

The domineering jerks chased her down until Silje was remaining on the railing of the third floor.

She was unable to stay here until the end of time. How would it be a good idea for her to move away?

Her feet were temperamental and out of nowhere, Silje's eyes faltered.

It had been a year since she was tormented at school. She was so weary of it. Silje was the main Asian in this tuition based school and as a result of it, her schoolmates chose to torture her.

She was at her breaking point. Her schoolmates kept on calling out to her and threaten her.

A solid breeze blew, and she was a little consuming fire. To the domineering jerks, she might have looked delicate, however Silje's soul was particularly alive. She was certifiably not a perishing fire however a sizzling blue fire.

Indeed. She would show them. She would pick her pride over a simple life. They might annihilate her body, however they won't ever get her spirit.

This was the end she thought of following an extended period of being tormented.

In the wake of settling on her choice, Silje bit her lips as her victimizers kept yelling, "Kick the bucket, you yellow monkey!"

Out of nowhere, her domineering jerks became quiet with shock. Before anybody could stop her, Silje took a full breath and leaped off the three-story building.

"Gyaa! Gyaaaah!"

Young ladies shouted in shock and dread.

As Silje fell, she felt quiet. She decided and acknowledged her destiny. This was the end and essentially she got to pick how and when to take her life.

She could hear the breeze and feel the air. The chilly Oslo wind felt significantly colder right now. Silje shut her eyes as she kept on falling.

"Gyaa! Someone stop her!"

"Somebody tumbled off the structure."

That finishing a life was so natural. She was unable to think any longer. Her psyche became clear.

'This is all there is to it. Essentially I didn't give up to them.'

Out of nowhere, she felt her body hit something. She anticipated that it should be something hard, however her eyes augmented rapidly as she understood that it wasn't. As a matter of fact, what her body fell onto was an absolutely real being.

Hammer!

She realized something wasn't correct, so when she went to look, the principal thing she felt was his hot breath and the solid fragrance of Eau de Cologne. She additionally got the fragrance of blood.

At the point when she flickered in shock, the young ladies close by shouted.

"Gyaa!"

"Good gracious! Kail!"

At the point when she looked into, she saw the dull hair and cold green eyes.

Clear emerald eyes scowled at Silje indignantly. She could feel clear fury from them, and it was aimed at her.

"Good gracious!"

"Look!"

The colder time of year wind proceeded to blow, and she saw the dark coat.

Silje at long last acknowledged what had occurred. Before the whole school, Silje had leaped off a structure and arrived on top of Kail Jorgen Bruntland.

The person who was known as the God of Death.

With his surprising physicality, Kail obviously got a falling Asian young lady by reflex and presently he was peering down at her with repugnance and inconvenience.

Silje tumbled from the third floor of a structure and was gotten by Kail, the horrible ruler of the school. She didn't feel significantly better to think of herself as alive. All things being equal, she realized this was the start of her misfortune.

Kail kept on scowling at her frostily as though to demonstrate her doubt.