Prologue: Nostalgia
“Ah, it’s a nice day today, isn’t it Priscilla?” Came the voice of a young man clad in armor, who was currently lazing around on a hillside.
The young girl beside him smiled and gave a small nod.
It wasa nice day
indeed; the morning sun shone overhead, casting a soft light across the land. The sky was a light blue, unblemished by a single cloud, and a light breeze swept across the wildflowers and through the companions’ hair.
The boy scratched his head and shrugged. “
Hehe, I wouldn’t expect you to say much, you were always the quiet type,” he let out.
Priscilla turned to face him, a look on her face as if she was just scolded by a parent. “Are you mad at me, big brother?” she asked timidly.
“Huh?” replied Raki, who proceeded to giggle
(LOLWTF? Raki giggling?), “Of course I’m not mad at you! Why would you think That?”
Priscilla twiddled her thumbs before continuing, “W-well you said I was “the quiet type", is that bad?”
Raki’s giggle quickly transformed into a hearty laugh. He clasped a gentle hand on her head, “‘
Is that a bad thing?’ Of course not! Everyone’s a little different from each other
. Take me for example
: I’m crazier than most people. In the words of Isley, ‘Our differences are what brings us together and makes us strong.’ There’s nothing wrong with being quiet,” he assured her.
(Seems very un-Raki like to say all the stuff)
Priscilla smiled, seemingly satisfied with his answer. “I love you, big brother!” she said, jumping up to hug him.
(wayyy too OOC)
“I love you too, baby
(OOC much?) Priscilla,” was his immediate response. He then proceeded to pick her up and place her on his shoulders. “How’s the view from up there?”
he asked.
“It’s great!” Priscilla replied gleefully, “Let’s play horsey!”
(OOC)
Raki gave out a small sigh before submitting and began to run down the hill.
‘And here I thought she was the quiet type,’ he thought. It was hard to believe this small, happy girl waving her arms wildly in the air was a monster.
Monster.
Hardly a term Raki would use to describe Priscilla, but a monster she was. He saw it for his own eyes.
A long horn on her forehead, pale-purple skin, wings of a fallen angel, and cold, piercing eyes, staring into his own frightened, hazel ones. Raki inched backward, his bleeding form only barely complying. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. This…thing was Priscilla? The monster before him turned around as Raki’s world faded to black.
“Pri-priscilla,” he managed to choke out before he slipped into unconsciousness..
Raki banished the memory from his mind. Priscilla may be a monster, but she wasn’t evil. Raki knew that. He saw goodness in her
; he wanted to help her,
and give her a second chance to live the life that was stolen from her so long ago. He
(Don't start two sentences in a row with the same word) wanted to give her a chance to live the life as a human. He
(like I said above) thought also of his teacher, and friend, Isley. Raki saw goodness in him as well
; although it was buried much deeper within him
than in Priscilla, it was still there. He wondered where Isley was now, and what matter he was attending to that he had to separate himself from them.
Whatever it was, it probably had something to do with the dragons. Raki’s face darkened as he remembered them
, but Priscilla’s small fingers pinching his cheeks brought him back from his musings. He turned his head up to look at her, and was greeted with the sight of her face, cheeks puffed up into a pout.
“Why did you stop?” She inquired.
Raki looked around to see that he had indeed stopped running. Perhaps he was so deep in thought that he had forgotten that he was playing the part of Priscilla’s steed.
“Getty up, Horsey
(OOC)!” she cried. And so
, Raki resumed running.
“Oh boy. This brings back memories.”
What memories will unfold before us, and where will they lead? Find out next time on Chronicles of the Three! (corny xD)