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But The Strong Shall Bloom (closed, midday)
By: Lita Date: October 11, 2016, 10:12 am
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[font=trebuchet ms]Wallflour Bakery[/font]
The following weeks leading up to the Coronation were always the
busiest for the business owners of Azmarin, especially for the
inns. All of them quickly filled up with tourist wanting to go
to the Coronation but always wanting to enjoy the beauty that is
Azmarin. All the hotels within the Northern Hemisphere would be
filled but it felt like Azmarin filled the quickest. Luckily for
the shops the day of the Coronation was quiet, as all of them
were closed and the streets were empty.
Unluckily, or luckily one shop was in fact open, a small bakery
at the end of Twining street. The brightly lit shop named,
Wallflour Bakery, was still ope despite the town being empty.
Inside a young girl sat behind the bakeries counter, munching on
a delicious pastry she checked the time and quickly turned on
the visual screen, or VS, that was set up in the corner above
the counter. One might wonder why the shop was open while
knowing no one would be entering, simply put the young girl had
wanted to go but had gotten sick the night before and her
guardian forbade her from going out to enjoy the festives.
With a sigh she ran a hand through her rose colored locks,
hanging down for once as nothing needed to be baked in the
kitchen. She watched as the VS showed the large crowds entering
the Palace and overflowing amount of people having to find
somewhere else to watch. "Well maybe Vern was right, being sick
in that crowd would have sucked and just made me miserable.
Still it would have been nice to go with him....Buck up Lita,
just because the shop wasn't closed didn't mean there still
weren't things to be done." the young girl thought and with a
sigh she hopped off her chair and decided to get started on
counting the inventory. She set up a timer that way she wouldn't
miss the start of the event and headed to the back of the shop.
Lita Manning born 17 years ago and orphaned at the age of 14
she'd luckily been able to live with a friend of her parents,
Vern Weist, who owned a bakery and put the girl to work when she
asked. She enjoyed working in the back of the shop, helping
balance the books and bake, unfortunately she struggled when
handling the front counter. Her shyness making it hard to deal
with the customers even though she really wanted to use the
opportunity to make friends. As she entered the back room she
thought about her life. "17 years ago today mom and dad I was
born...I wish you guys were here." she thought sadly and grabbed
a clipboard. It was 17 years ago that she'd been born in a small
hut out in the forests of Haven. That night was filled with
secrecy as her mother and father begged the woman to keep their
secret and aid her while she went into labor. Litas mom had been
worried about the amount of guards posted at the hospital and
decided whatever was happening wasn't something she wanted to be
a part of. On the night of the aligned moons she gave birth to a
beautiful daughter, the second child to have been born that
prophesied night.
For 14 years she lived in Haven, enjoying her life and then one
day an unexpected raid occurred and her parents were killed.
Orphaned and unsure what to do she found a book of contacts and
called each one in hopes someone could help. The only one to
offer aid was Vern and that was how she came to live in the
tourist town of Azmarin. Lita shook her head "No need to dwell
on the past it'll be my birthday tonight and Vern promised to
come back to celebrate." with a small she absently scratched the
back of her hand. Over the past few days her right hand had been
itching and she figured after the Coronation was over with she'd
go to the doctor. She began going down the list and checking the
amount of stock they had and writing down how much would need to
be ordered soon. Walking deeper into the backroom she forgot all
about the Coronation and her little timer as she lost herself in
the task at hand. So much so she didn't hear as the timer went
off and the scratching of her hand increased soon though she
paused as a wave of dizziness came over her causing her to fall
to her knees. "W-whats wrong, I feel so...so dizzy. Am I getting
worse?!" she thought with alarm, trying to stand but finding
herself unable to. Unknown to her behind her glasses her blue
eyes began to take on a purple glow and her hand burned causing
her to cry out in pain. Tilting to the side she was going to hit
the ground and pass out but it felt as though someone had caught
her and kept her up. It felt as though her eyes would not shut
and fires burned across her hand.
"For centuries I have slept, sustaining the barrier that
protects. I feel the weakening and as the weakness continues I
shall waken and the magic below will once more flow freely. The
soul i have chosen must awaken to its destiny. The guardians I
have chosen must awaken to their own destiny and guide the soul
to where it belongs. You are my chosen soul Lita Manning. Your
birth shrouded in darkness that bright night, you shall bear my
mark. Your soul and those of the chosen will feel the pull to
come together and stand before the magic below.Your souls will
guide you all on the path you believe in. I awaken as the
barrier weakens, renew our contract my chosen soul!" the voice
resonated through her hand and with a cry of pain Lita was
finally allowed to sink completely to the floor and the burning
in her hand increased with ever word before tapering off as the
mysterious voice echoed its last words. The young girl laid on
the floor, clipboard forgotten and the timer still ringing, her
eyes fell shut and darkness took her into its arms as she passed
out from the tress and pain. The back of her hand pulsed and
with a final blue glow it sank into her skin leaving the black
lines of a symbol.
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