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The Lost Child
By: Fleur Primrose Date: December 16, 2015, 1:27 am
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Amina yawned and rolled over in her bed. Her mother gently
nudged her. "Come along dear. It's time to get up. Your father
will return early today." The child's face glowed as she smiled.
Big Blue eyes busted open and the young girl bounced happily.
"Dadda will be home soon. Dadda will be home! The child sang out
with glee as she bounced from the bed and to the floor.
Soon her mother had the 9 year old child dressed and all ready
to go to the ceremony. Her long blonde hair hung down past her
butt and swished as she walked. Everyone was happy several
children waving to her as she went. When her mother told her to
stand still that it was time for her father to come out the girl
couldn't be more excited. Practically shaking as she waited.
They stared at the door to the military vehicle as the doors
started to open.
The band began to play and balloons and confetti was relased.
But another sound stood out. A whistle sound that grew louder
and louder. Soon screams began until an ear splitting explosion
bursts. Amina found herself surrounded by fire. As the flames
licked at her hair and back she couldn't stop the scream that
burst from her. The scream sent out a force field around her
that protected her from the flames. Then it popped like a
bubble. Equalizing all around her. The flames were put out and
whoever survived the bomb was killed on impact. Amina stood up
and dusted her self off. Tears and snot running down her
face.Mama? Dadda? No reply came. Amina wasn't alone long. From
her own imagination came the image of her mother. The child had
no idea she was imaginary. She just knew she needed her. She
held the invisible fake hand and let her lead her away. Her hair
now chin length and singed off.
Two and a half years later. The same child. 11 and a half bathed
herself in a pond. Very far away and very alone. Her hair was
almost to the middle of her upper back. Her dress, now entirely
too short for her from the time she had first put it on till now
waited on the shore as the child cleaned herself off."What do
you think mama? Am I all clean. It's fall and I'm cold, can I
get out yet?" From the shore beside her dress the imaginary for
of her mother only shook her head and pointed to her ears. So
Amina scrubbed behi nd her ears. "Let's sing together Mama!"
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Re: The Lost Child
By: Power Pups Date: December 16, 2015, 2:07 am
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Marluxia stood in the black abyss; sighing through the infinite
void. The darkness in between. A world he had become all too
familiar with for as long as he could remember. His body forcing
him back to this darkness time and time again in it's shifting
between worlds. This was the void he could call the closest
thing to home. Yet, unlike most homes, this was not a path of
happiness or comfort. This was a path without definition. A
world of pure solitude that only seemed to drive him further
away from the memories he seeked with every step into the
acursed pathway.
As he closed his eyes, attempting to embrace the darkness, he
could feel a gentle breeze casting upon him. Causing him to
slowly open his blue eyes under the black hood: exposing his
new, unknown, destination. A world that lusted for life and the
embrace of society. A world much more bright than that abyss of
darkness and despair. His form surrounded by the infinite brush
of woods around him: concealing a small pond directly in front
of him. A woman and a girl inhabitting this hidden arena. The
cloud of darkness slowly drifting away behind him into the
nothingness it had originated from.
His eyed remained focused on the older woman who lay watching
the girl soaking within the pool. She was nothing but an
illusion. A memory from this young girl's past. Was this girl
like him? Did she have powers of her memories and the illusions
created from them? Or was she simply followed by a constant
reminder of her past? It would be an interesting meeting in
either case. That was for sure.
With these observations plaguing his mind he finally decided to
cast his form into eye sight. His body and face covered in a
long black cloak. The sound of his heavy black boots crunching
on twigs as small accessories chimed off of his hood with every
step. Making his presence known as his calm voice slipped into
the conversation: calling out to the young girl. "Mama...? Is
this woman a projection of your mother, girl...?" He had not
even bothered to think that this girl had no idea the woman was
not real. He only assumed this young girl had purposely created
the lie that lay before them.
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Re: The Lost Child
By: Razie Daisy Date: December 16, 2015, 2:30 am
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Amina scrubbed her ears and waved to the shore. "Mama and me!
Happy are we. She kissed me on my knee. When I fell from a
tree." The girl giggled and splashed in her mother's direction.
"You sing with me Mama!" She started to swim for the shore when
she heard voice.
"Who..who are you?" Amina covered her chest and looked at the
man as he were insane. Her dress only a few feet away on the
shore. But he could see her if she moved. She was cold and
naked. Not a way to be seen. She watched as her mother stood up
and walked off. Probably to find something to beat that man
with.
"Yes that's my mama! You better leave or she will hurt you! "
The girl shivered and kept herself covered. Why didn't he leave?
She looked for her mama Aminas heart racing. Where did she get
off too. She kicked her legs as her head whipped around looking
for her. Trying her best to exist the man wasn't there.
Finally she grabbed her head and began to scream. The air around
her buzzed as if energy were being pushed from her Amina closed
her eyes and pictured her mother coming out of the woods to
defend her. "GO AWAY"
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Re: The Lost Child
By: Power Pups Date: December 16, 2015, 2:59 am
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From the moment the child had opened her mouth Marluxia had felt
an unrivalled irritation flow through his mind. He was not
embarrassed nor scared by the girl's constant yelling or her
lack of clothing. Only an urge to smack the child and tell her
to stop her constant bickering. Her loud, shrill, tone piercing
his ear as a sharpened dagger. So, he immiately swung his hand
through the hair: causing the hood of his cloak to fly off of
his head. "Silence, child!" Exposing his puffy pink hair and
blue eyes as a shroud of shadows cast around the girl.
The shadows tightened around her entire form as a black cloak
identicle to his own began to form from the shadows. The leather
material even feeling real as they were the highest level of
illusion. Fooling ever sense that this child could muster up.
Everything about the cloak was fake: non existence. Yet, to the
two of them it seemed as real as the very dirt beneath his feet.
Sighing as he brought his hand up through his hair; the chains
chiming with every movement. "There... Now you are fine..."
Why did the darkness have to bring him here of all places? What
would this child know of his past when she clearly remained
ignorant of her own. He could see her memories like a play by
play movie. Seeing every detail as if it had come with it's own
commentary. Dropping his hand to his hips as he walked along the
pond; eying over his surroundings in an attempt to look for the
illusionary mother. "Now that that is out of the way remove
yourself from that pond. I was sent here for a reason and I
intend to find it out as soon as possible. Maybe then I can
leave as you ask." His eyes turning into a determined glare as
he turned back to her.
Despite his irritation he could not leave this girl's side until
he had found out exactly why he was here. His body would not
allow and neither would his soul. His goal to regain his
memories were far too important to him. It ruled his very
existence. Maybe, just maybe, understand this own girl's powers
would allow him some form of insight into his own. Though, that
was definitely a stretch. Rolling his eyes at the very thought.
If there was one thing he would not forget it was his distaste
for children.
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Re: The Lost Child
By: Fleur Primrose Date: December 17, 2015, 2:20 am
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As the shadows hugged her body she tried to scream and demand he
stop but the shadows covered her mouth. Soon she realized that
he was magically clothing her. Her fingers ran over the
material. It was soft and dry. Even when dipped in the Water it
remained dry. He had shown her more kindness than anyone ever
had.
Her big blue eyes darted around as she searched for her mother.
Spotting her just inside the tree line. The man demanded she
swim ashore. Her mother looked to the man as the child did. Then
caught her daughters eyes as she nodded. So trusting her
judgement Amina obeyed without argument remaining silent as she
swam to the shore to meet him.
Once she was out of the water she felt the warmth of the robe.
Her eyes lit up. The cloak didn't cling as if it were wet. It
was very warm and very dry. She spun in a circle and squealed.
"It's perfect! Thank you!" She ran to him and gave him a huge
hug. Then she turned to her mother. The image was slightly faded
as she had begun to forget what she looked like. But the child
barely noticed. Her mother came close and knelt down to look at
her daughter. Mama, who is this man?" She looked back and forth
between the two. "Is...is he my daddy?" The look on her mother's
face changed to a sad one but only shrugged. Amina looked to the
pink haired man and jumped up and down. "Daddy!"
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