Rave Shentavo
06-05-2004, 01:17
(Open RP. No demons, no elves, no overbearing forces, def. no godmodding,no apocolypses, no vampires (I knew that would suprise some of you, considering it's me :-D ) . Humans are very good :-D. Some will realize who Kate is halfway through the story. If you do, don't give it away :-D Also, could you TG me if you want to join? I do need someone to play Luke, however I will only give him to a reliable rp'er. So TG me to find out more. Otherwise you can tag and enjoy. )
The eight-year old pressed her blushing face against the glass as she watched the jeweler remove a beautifully crystal rose from displace. Her fathers hand rested atop her head, the blond hair still soft to his touch. He wore a normal suit and was of normal status. He wasn’t a CEO, but one of the people that worked at a cubicle. It was clear that they didn’t seem right in this shop. However, they had saved their money for this rose.
The little girl’s mother had always admired this crystal rose, and now they were finally able to buy it by skipping a few meals every week and scrounging what they could find. The girl’s mother had always been in and out of the hospital, and her health was never good. She had somewhat of a heart problem, and needed constant monitoring. She was young, only about twenty nine, and not present with them today.
As much as the father would hate to admit it, his wife was dying, and there was absolutely nothing he could do about it. He couldn’t bring himself to tell his child, for that would be too much for him to do. He could at least give her the rose she had spoken about for so long. Never had they been able to afford such a thing, but with working an extra job, they were finally able to save enough.
And today was that glorious day when he, along with his little girl, went and bought that rose. Oh, how the child’s face lit up when she saw it sparkle in the sunlight! She took it in a bag, and both left the store.
“Daddy?” The little girl asked. The father turned to her, and nodded for her continuation. “Mommy said that if you wish really really hard on this rose, then your wishes would come true. If I wish that mommy will get better, now that we have this rose, will she?” The father’s voice was stolen from him as he heard the little one’s request. There was no hope for his wife, and he knew it.
“She will love the rose,” was all he could say in reply. The little girl took the rose out of the bag and held it up in the sunlight. It was as if a real rose had been turned to the most beautiful crystal in the world which the young child held in her hands.
It seemed like nothing could ever go wrong now that they had this rose. They would get to see her smile again. Her father loved seeing her smile. Suddenly, a hand snatched the rose from the girl’s grip and took off down the street. Both the father and the girl ran after him, the girl, unable to run as quick as her father, gave up and fell to the ground in tears.
The man turned behind a corner, but the father kept running after him. As he was about to peer around the corner, he saw the man with the rose being knocked back on the ground. The crystal rose was taken into the air. As it fell, it seemed like the silence was the only thing present. It shattered to the ground.
In this, the father was left speechless. The one gift that his wife had always wanted, that he had saved and worked so hard for, was there in shatters on the cold hard marble ground of the shopping mall. He then looked to where the force had come from. He saw a young woman standing there, only around sixteen. Her brown hair fell slightly past her shoulders, tied up in a pony tail with stray wisps of auburn locks framing her face. There were cut-off cloves on both her hands which were made out of leather and traveled up to her forearm. She had on black pants and a white tank top. She wasn’t as shapely as her mother had been, but was fit none the less. Her waist was very well toned for her age, as well as the rest of her body. A black lace shawl covered her white tank tope in a triangle as the tassels on the end moved with her. Her gleaming brown eyes look over to the man, and she smiles lightly.
She walks over to the thief who was beginning to stir on the ground. She lifted both hands behind his back and took a bar of metal from the small satchel she carried around her waist. An electric light was seen as if she had created lightning in a small confined space. When she got up, the man’s hands were in glittering handcuffs.
The little girl, face red and eyes wet with tears was wailing as she saw the crystal shattered into multiple pieces, some so miniscule that they couldn’t be picked up without a tweezer. The father grabbed the little one’s hand and looked at the woman before him. The woman looked toward the broken crystal, and then toward the little girl. She bent down on one knee, lining up her brown eyes to the deepened azure of the child.
“What’s your name?” the woman asked the child. The father would have objected to such a meeting with a stranger; however he was in such a state of shock that he remained dumbstruck.
“Lucy,” the young girl replied through the tears which poured heavily down her face.
“Lucy,” the woman said softly. “That’s such a beautiful name. You deserve it well, for you are quite a beautiful young lady.” She paused momentarily. “What happened that caused such a beautiful girl to be upset?”
“The rose…we…bought…mommy is…b-broken!” The little one stammered, and continued to cry. The woman placed a hand on the girl’s shoulder, and looked her in the eyes.
“Broken?” the woman asked. “Well…I know a way we can fix it.”
“H-how?” The little girl sniffled.
“First close your eyes,” the woman said. She was about to speak again, however the father’s voice bellowed before her.
“Don’t get her hopes up!” he commanded, his voice breaking slightly. “It’s bad enough that her mother is dying and you have to promise her that you can fix that rose!” The woman reached for something in her pocket, and showed it for a brief second to the man. He remained deadly silent and grew awfully pale.
“Close your eyes,” the little girl closed them. “Now wish really hard.” The little girl nodded her crying subsiding, “When I count to three, open your eyes.” She walked over to the crystal chard and knelt on the ground, her hands above them. “Now you have to wish really hard or this won’t work.” The little girl let out a soft sound of agreement, and clenched her fists so tightly that her hands may have very well fallen off.
“One…” The blue light was seen once again around all the pieces, even those that were too tiny to pick up with a tweezer. “Two…” the father watched on, amazed, as the flower reformed in the woman’s hands. She walked over to the girl, “Three.” She placed the rose in the little one’s hands and smiled. The little girl looked at the girl, and her face lit up. She hugged the woman like a boa constrictor.
“Thank you…” she said softly. “You must be an angel.”
“No,” the woman said softly in return, and turned away. She walked slowly down the street, leaving the man in handcuffs on the ground. The father looked at her, eyes wide and mouth open. The little girl was ecstatic, and grabbed onto her father’s leg, giving him the rose.
“She fixed it! She fixed it!” the young one exclaimed. “Who is she, daddy?”
The man looked helpless as she took the rose in his right hand, and Lucy’s hand in the other to continue their journey to Lucy’s mother in the hospital, room 362. After a long while, the child repeated the question. “Who is she, daddy?” she asked with more urgency.
“She’s…an alchemist.”
The eight-year old pressed her blushing face against the glass as she watched the jeweler remove a beautifully crystal rose from displace. Her fathers hand rested atop her head, the blond hair still soft to his touch. He wore a normal suit and was of normal status. He wasn’t a CEO, but one of the people that worked at a cubicle. It was clear that they didn’t seem right in this shop. However, they had saved their money for this rose.
The little girl’s mother had always admired this crystal rose, and now they were finally able to buy it by skipping a few meals every week and scrounging what they could find. The girl’s mother had always been in and out of the hospital, and her health was never good. She had somewhat of a heart problem, and needed constant monitoring. She was young, only about twenty nine, and not present with them today.
As much as the father would hate to admit it, his wife was dying, and there was absolutely nothing he could do about it. He couldn’t bring himself to tell his child, for that would be too much for him to do. He could at least give her the rose she had spoken about for so long. Never had they been able to afford such a thing, but with working an extra job, they were finally able to save enough.
And today was that glorious day when he, along with his little girl, went and bought that rose. Oh, how the child’s face lit up when she saw it sparkle in the sunlight! She took it in a bag, and both left the store.
“Daddy?” The little girl asked. The father turned to her, and nodded for her continuation. “Mommy said that if you wish really really hard on this rose, then your wishes would come true. If I wish that mommy will get better, now that we have this rose, will she?” The father’s voice was stolen from him as he heard the little one’s request. There was no hope for his wife, and he knew it.
“She will love the rose,” was all he could say in reply. The little girl took the rose out of the bag and held it up in the sunlight. It was as if a real rose had been turned to the most beautiful crystal in the world which the young child held in her hands.
It seemed like nothing could ever go wrong now that they had this rose. They would get to see her smile again. Her father loved seeing her smile. Suddenly, a hand snatched the rose from the girl’s grip and took off down the street. Both the father and the girl ran after him, the girl, unable to run as quick as her father, gave up and fell to the ground in tears.
The man turned behind a corner, but the father kept running after him. As he was about to peer around the corner, he saw the man with the rose being knocked back on the ground. The crystal rose was taken into the air. As it fell, it seemed like the silence was the only thing present. It shattered to the ground.
In this, the father was left speechless. The one gift that his wife had always wanted, that he had saved and worked so hard for, was there in shatters on the cold hard marble ground of the shopping mall. He then looked to where the force had come from. He saw a young woman standing there, only around sixteen. Her brown hair fell slightly past her shoulders, tied up in a pony tail with stray wisps of auburn locks framing her face. There were cut-off cloves on both her hands which were made out of leather and traveled up to her forearm. She had on black pants and a white tank top. She wasn’t as shapely as her mother had been, but was fit none the less. Her waist was very well toned for her age, as well as the rest of her body. A black lace shawl covered her white tank tope in a triangle as the tassels on the end moved with her. Her gleaming brown eyes look over to the man, and she smiles lightly.
She walks over to the thief who was beginning to stir on the ground. She lifted both hands behind his back and took a bar of metal from the small satchel she carried around her waist. An electric light was seen as if she had created lightning in a small confined space. When she got up, the man’s hands were in glittering handcuffs.
The little girl, face red and eyes wet with tears was wailing as she saw the crystal shattered into multiple pieces, some so miniscule that they couldn’t be picked up without a tweezer. The father grabbed the little one’s hand and looked at the woman before him. The woman looked toward the broken crystal, and then toward the little girl. She bent down on one knee, lining up her brown eyes to the deepened azure of the child.
“What’s your name?” the woman asked the child. The father would have objected to such a meeting with a stranger; however he was in such a state of shock that he remained dumbstruck.
“Lucy,” the young girl replied through the tears which poured heavily down her face.
“Lucy,” the woman said softly. “That’s such a beautiful name. You deserve it well, for you are quite a beautiful young lady.” She paused momentarily. “What happened that caused such a beautiful girl to be upset?”
“The rose…we…bought…mommy is…b-broken!” The little one stammered, and continued to cry. The woman placed a hand on the girl’s shoulder, and looked her in the eyes.
“Broken?” the woman asked. “Well…I know a way we can fix it.”
“H-how?” The little girl sniffled.
“First close your eyes,” the woman said. She was about to speak again, however the father’s voice bellowed before her.
“Don’t get her hopes up!” he commanded, his voice breaking slightly. “It’s bad enough that her mother is dying and you have to promise her that you can fix that rose!” The woman reached for something in her pocket, and showed it for a brief second to the man. He remained deadly silent and grew awfully pale.
“Close your eyes,” the little girl closed them. “Now wish really hard.” The little girl nodded her crying subsiding, “When I count to three, open your eyes.” She walked over to the crystal chard and knelt on the ground, her hands above them. “Now you have to wish really hard or this won’t work.” The little girl let out a soft sound of agreement, and clenched her fists so tightly that her hands may have very well fallen off.
“One…” The blue light was seen once again around all the pieces, even those that were too tiny to pick up with a tweezer. “Two…” the father watched on, amazed, as the flower reformed in the woman’s hands. She walked over to the girl, “Three.” She placed the rose in the little one’s hands and smiled. The little girl looked at the girl, and her face lit up. She hugged the woman like a boa constrictor.
“Thank you…” she said softly. “You must be an angel.”
“No,” the woman said softly in return, and turned away. She walked slowly down the street, leaving the man in handcuffs on the ground. The father looked at her, eyes wide and mouth open. The little girl was ecstatic, and grabbed onto her father’s leg, giving him the rose.
“She fixed it! She fixed it!” the young one exclaimed. “Who is she, daddy?”
The man looked helpless as she took the rose in his right hand, and Lucy’s hand in the other to continue their journey to Lucy’s mother in the hospital, room 362. After a long while, the child repeated the question. “Who is she, daddy?” she asked with more urgency.
“She’s…an alchemist.”