The Winter Swan

Chapter 1:

The capital of Norway, Oslo.

Norway meant "way of the north".

A beautiful city combining nature and modern structures, Oslo was located on the southern coast of the country, at the head of the Oslofjord.

There was a prestigious public school called Bestrum Videregaende Skole.

The four buildings of this school were simple in design, like most other buildings in Norway, but the main building was specially constructed using white marble and transparent glass. It was so delicately detailed that it looked more like an opera house than a school.

A strong gust of wind blew, making Silje's black hair dance in the air. It covered part of her eyes, but Silje didn't brush it away. She stood there with a blank face.

It was a cold day and it was just starting to snow.

Slowly, Silje turned her head in silence. She was surrounded by people who gave her cruel smiles.

"Well?"

After a stubborn silence, Silje finally opened her mouth.

"So, what's your plan? You're telling me you plan to bully me because I'm the only Asian in the school, right? Is that it?"

Silje looked blank faced until now. Her resting face was calm and slightly sad, and suddenly she returned the favor with a giggle. She looked so dangerous that the bullies hesitated for a second.

She continued, "You've already decided to do this, haven't you? You just need someone to bully, that's all, so do what you want. I'll leave it to you."

As he began to snow harder, Silje smiled.

"But remember this. No matter how much you bully me, you will never take my mind away."

After a brief hesitation, they slowly swarmed Silje and started pulling her hair.

The ground was now covered with white snow.

Suddenly there was a loud popping sound.

This was the first time Silje experienced violence in her life.

One year later.

Silje was standing on the railing outside the third floor window. The classmates behind her were laughing at her and blocking her way. They called her an Asian monkey and looked like they were about to attack her. They were her tormentors who had bullied Silje for the past year. Today was just like every other day when they mocked and bullied her.

"Come down now so we can get you!"

"You Asian monkey! You'll get it today!"

There were threats and intimidation.

The bullies hounded her until Silje stood on the third floor railing.

She couldn't stay here forever. What was she supposed to do to get away?

Her feet were unsteady and suddenly Silje's eyes flickered.

It had been a year since she had been bullied at school. She was sick and tired of it. Silje was the only Asian in this public school and because of this, her classmates had decided to torment her.

She is at her wits' end. Her classmates continued to insult and terrorise her.

A strong wind was blowing, and she was a small burning fire. To the bullies she may have looked fragile, but Silje's spirit was alive and well. She was not a dying fire but a sizzling blue flame.

Her body may have been weak, but she would never surrender. Her pride would not allow it. If she gave in, her life might be easier, but Silje knew she could never live in shame.

Yes. She would show them. She would choose her pride over an easy life. They could destroy her body, but they would never have her soul.

That was the conclusion she came to after a year of harassment.

After making her decision, Silje bit her lips as her tormentors continued to shout, "Die, yellow monkey!

Suddenly, her tormentors became silent, shocked. Before anyone could stop her, Silje took a deep breath and jumped off the three-story building.

"Gyaa! Gyaaaah!"

The girls screamed in shock and fear.

As she fell, Silje felt calm. She made up her mind and accepted her fate. This was the end and at least she could choose how and when to end her life.

She could hear the wind and smell the air. The cold Oslo wind seemed even colder at that moment. Silje closed her eyes as she continued to fall.

"Gyaa! Somebody stop her!"

"Someone fell off the building."

How easy it was to end a life. She could no longer think. Her mind went blank.

"That's it. At least I didn't surrender to them.

Suddenly, she felt her body hit something. She expected it to be something hard, but her eyes widened quickly as she realized that it wasn’t. In fact, what her body fell onto was a living breathing being.

Slam!

She knew something wasn’t right, so when she turned to look, the first thing she felt was his hot breath and the strong scent of Eau de Cologne. She also caught the scent of blood.

When she blinked in shock, the girls nearby screamed.

“Gyaa!”

“Oh my god! Kail!”

When she looked up, she saw the dark hair and cold green eyes.

Clear emerald eyes glared at Silje angrily. She could feel obvious rage from them, and it was directed at her.

“Oh my god!”

“Look!”

The winter wind continued to blow, and she saw the black coat.

Silje finally realized what had happened. In front of the entire school, Silje had jumped off a building and landed on top of Kail Jorgen Bruntland.

The one who was called the God of Death.

With his unusual athleticism, Kail apparently caught a falling Asian girl by reflex and now he was looking down at her with disgust and annoyance.

Silje fell from the third floor of a building and was caught by Kail, the cruel king of the school. She didn’t feel relieved to find herself alive. Instead, she knew this was the beginning of her tragedy.

Kail continued to glare at her icily as if to prove her suspicion.