haven forgotten her past, the only thing she could remember was her name and that she liked to do simple things, sometimes they wre traditional, and sometimes they were new and fresh, and maybe parts of the night that happened to her 12 years ago. She sighed shaking her head at the scattered memory. She got up, putting her feet over the side of the bed, and as they touched the icey floor she yelped, feeling frozen, she would have to find away to either get he floor heated, or get some slippers.

As she got up, she went to wash her face, to getthe sleep out of her eyes, and to look fresh for the day. Novia Didn't like crowds, she was either afraid of getting burned by the stake, or being bullied, either way she didn't like a lot of people, nor did she like them touching her. As she finished cleaning her face, she went to her closet to get dressed. SHe didn't wear the normal attire everyone else wore, infact she wore isrealian clothing, She prefered it, it was comfy, better than te clothes that everyone else wore. She a blue top that had gold embroidery, it stopped right above her belly button, and it pushed her breast up and in, then her pants wre a puffed out, it was blue, with a gold tint to it, like it blended together, then she wore a bluish gold hooded coat, that was long, to pretect her from the weather. her hair braided and curled and beaded as usual, but it was tucked away nicely in her hood and jacket.

She put her mouth mask on, she pulled it up over her nose, and grabbed her weapons and put them in the pockets of her coat where they belonged, then as she was done getting ready, she then stepped out of her room, walking out to leave her appartment. Novia oten loved music, she would often keep to herself and play it, it kept her mind at ease, she didn't normaly play infront of crouds, but she had gotten a call lastnight to play in their building, for the people outside, on the streets, so at least she wouldn't have to show too much of her appearance. 

Seeing that it was almost noon, she grabbed her zither, before she walked out of the house, and as soon as she stepped out of the house, she was glad her zither had a bag like cloth over it, when she put it in it's case, to keep it from getting dusty, when she saw a car pull up, and seeing a man get out of the car and opened the door for her, she slid in with her zither, pushing it a little to the other side, so there was room to shut the door. As they drove there, Novia often thought of the sounds of music, it seemed to come from everywhere, no matter where she went, she could hear sounds that could be turned into music, it made her happy. 

As finally got close, and started to slow down, she happened to see people in cheerful moods, and such, talking amongst each other, they seemed to be making new friends, and laughing about god knows what, but today the people seemed to be in good spirits, and that made her happy. As she slowly stepped out, she grabbed her zither, in the case, and stepped out of the car, as the door was opened for her. As she stood infront of the building she noticed it was later than what she thought, after all she lived very far away from the place, that she had to perform at. She looked over at the posters, they didn't have her picture, but it had her name, saying she was playing for tonight, for the streets, she sighed. As she made her way inside, she saw a few people here and there, looked to buying drinks, and keeping tending to friends, involved deep in their own worlds. 

When she stepped in, she was glad no one seemed to be paying attention to her, making her way back to her room to get ready, she saw the manager of the building who waved to her, she bowed in respects, and then she entered her room, shutting the door behind her. She then took her zither out, as she began to slowly clean it, and polish it, letting her mind slowly wonder, wondering if she could be as happy was nature was today. She almost laughed at herself, she almost wanted to surround herself in the notes of the music, that was played for her. 

Few hours later, it was dark, and she had just gotten down, cleaning and polishing her zither out of bordom, she heard a knock on her door, telling her that she was up next and she needed to be ready to get going, she smiled, as she then stood up and opened the door, taking off her coat, she nodded.

"PLease have my zither and small place on the floor of the stage open, and that is all I need." She said, as the nodded, as she handed the man her zither to get the stage ready for her.

As the man shut the door, she set her jacket down on the chair that she had gotten out of, and when she heard the last of the music to play, she then opened the door, making her way towards the front, to await her name to be called, feeling like butterflies were in her stomach, she grabbed onto her necklace and rubbed her thumb on it for good luck.

"This next performance is of a woman I heard playing the streets, she was playing for her friend, and I happen to over hear, her music sounds amazing, and some how worth listening to, from what her friend says, she has been playing intruments her whole life, she just doesn't appear in public very often, she is often called the mystery lady, so if you ever happen to see her in public playing, it is an honor, and make sure you pay respects to the mystery lady....Lets all give her hand, her name is Novia." THe man said as she stepped out, seeing there was a sheild of silk like cloth infront of the crouds and her, to keep her protect, she bowed.

She then sat on her bluish gold like pillow, and saw the table right infront of her that was inch from the floor, it had her Zither on it, one hand only barely moved along the strongs, just barely touching her finger tips, her other hand using her fingers to pluck the strings, closing her eyes as she played, she imagined herself standing in a field, wearing the same clothes as she did now, but she was inlove, she didn't know the man, but the face looked familiar to her, she had seen him around before, but it was of no one she had met, she looked around seeing where she was at, she took a deep breathe, bringing her back to what she was currently doing. 

As she opened her eyes, she played the zither, feeling as if her music was getting out there to the streets, letting everyone hear it, her music told a story, of two star crossed lovers, that wasn't able to stay together, because of a calamity, or because of their identity, they had met in two different life times, as the song went on, it was told that the gods took pity on them, allowin them to have one more life time, to actually be together, and have children, and grow old together, after that life time, they could only come together on a certain date, which was the day of their birthday, after that, who knew how much tortment it would be to only have two days of the year to be together. As time went on, if they were to be together more than those two days, there was price they would have to pay, to take on all consequences of the world, and the other would have to merge their soul to the earth, and neither of them would die.

As she finished the last note, she put both hands on the strings to keep it from vibrating, as a tear fell down her face, she had no idea where that song came from, but she felt as if she was familiar to it, as if it had been told to her, she sighed, as she looked up, hearing everyone clap, she smiled showing her dimples, her bolded hazel eyes, look through the materials and out on the crouds, and bowed, picking up her zither, and left, to perform another day.