Nexan picked up Daxjorn's first trial mission report off of her neatly made bed. The entire room was bare and standard; the room of someone who had no heart...Except...On the desk lay a hand written letter.
It read:
Dear lemon lime snow cone lover,
At least I think it was lemon lime flavored: the snow cone I was making for you. The colored syrup was a yellow green so I don't know what other flavor that could be... Anyways; I need to write to someone but I have no one to write to and you are all I remember from before I was found.
It was a bright and sunny day in Twilight town; it was warm but not hot with a cool breeze. I let the sun light sink deep into my pores and smiled. My short brown hair was ruffled by the wind. I was serving snow cones though I can't recall why. I'm not sure if it was for friends, a festival or I was selling them. I handed out melting ice in cheep paper coated with colorful syrup to a huge crowd of people but I can't remember a single face. Then you show up.
You have brown hair and a bright smile. You are about six inches shorter than me. You smile and point at the syrup you want. I ruffle your hair teasingly and you start to poute. I don't know how or why but you were important to me in my past life. I make your snow cone slowly to bug you but I also make it with care. I'm laughing and about to hand it to you when a shadow sweeps over everything. I turn and a dark figure slices my chest and I drop the snow cone. My tank top is shredded and syrup squishes between my bare toes not protected by my flip flops. As I sink to my knees you run forward and I remember looking away and thinking 'let the last I saw of him be his smiling face not his fear.
It isn't like I have any emotions or feelings about these events... I just think about them a lot, searching for emotions that I know should be there.I didn't die though. I became something much worse: a nobody and the next time I was awake was a long time later...
I must have been dragged far away from Town because. I lay in the woods somewhere; it was cold and damp. I had no idea how long I had been out but when I scratched my head I found hair. I traced the hair with my fingers and not only did it come down to my waiste but it was now light blue! I don't know why but this didn't bother me: it was just a fact. I heard someone move behind me. I turned swiftly and the wind picked up.
It was a boy about the age of fifteen holding a sword in a quivering hand. I glared at him and we both stood frozen for a moment. He didn't look dangerous; just scared but I didn't take any chances. I snatched the sword from his hands and ran. The wind ran with me and soon I was flying. He chased me though; I had not expected that.
There was no way he could possibly catch me but then my long hair snagged on a branch. I cut it with the boy's sword and kept running. He was close when I reached a small creek. Suddenly I was exhausted. I fell to my knees at the water's edge. The last thing I saw before plunging into the cold water was spikey white hair where I had cut my formerly blue hair.
I will tell you more later but now I have to go. I wish you knew how much I think about you. I can not say if I miss you but you stick in my mind and I can not forget you no matter how hard I try.
-VII
It read:
Dear lemon lime snow cone lover,
At least I think it was lemon lime flavored: the snow cone I was making for you. The colored syrup was a yellow green so I don't know what other flavor that could be... Anyways; I need to write to someone but I have no one to write to and you are all I remember from before I was found.
It was a bright and sunny day in Twilight town; it was warm but not hot with a cool breeze. I let the sun light sink deep into my pores and smiled. My short brown hair was ruffled by the wind. I was serving snow cones though I can't recall why. I'm not sure if it was for friends, a festival or I was selling them. I handed out melting ice in cheep paper coated with colorful syrup to a huge crowd of people but I can't remember a single face. Then you show up.
You have brown hair and a bright smile. You are about six inches shorter than me. You smile and point at the syrup you want. I ruffle your hair teasingly and you start to poute. I don't know how or why but you were important to me in my past life. I make your snow cone slowly to bug you but I also make it with care. I'm laughing and about to hand it to you when a shadow sweeps over everything. I turn and a dark figure slices my chest and I drop the snow cone. My tank top is shredded and syrup squishes between my bare toes not protected by my flip flops. As I sink to my knees you run forward and I remember looking away and thinking 'let the last I saw of him be his smiling face not his fear.
It isn't like I have any emotions or feelings about these events... I just think about them a lot, searching for emotions that I know should be there.I didn't die though. I became something much worse: a nobody and the next time I was awake was a long time later...
I must have been dragged far away from Town because. I lay in the woods somewhere; it was cold and damp. I had no idea how long I had been out but when I scratched my head I found hair. I traced the hair with my fingers and not only did it come down to my waiste but it was now light blue! I don't know why but this didn't bother me: it was just a fact. I heard someone move behind me. I turned swiftly and the wind picked up.
It was a boy about the age of fifteen holding a sword in a quivering hand. I glared at him and we both stood frozen for a moment. He didn't look dangerous; just scared but I didn't take any chances. I snatched the sword from his hands and ran. The wind ran with me and soon I was flying. He chased me though; I had not expected that.
There was no way he could possibly catch me but then my long hair snagged on a branch. I cut it with the boy's sword and kept running. He was close when I reached a small creek. Suddenly I was exhausted. I fell to my knees at the water's edge. The last thing I saw before plunging into the cold water was spikey white hair where I had cut my formerly blue hair.
I will tell you more later but now I have to go. I wish you knew how much I think about you. I can not say if I miss you but you stick in my mind and I can not forget you no matter how hard I try.
-VII
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