"Good bye, Sherry."

I felt my heart quaking in my chest, my breaths coming in short, harsh gasps. I knew this would be the end of me. I knew this was when I would die; truth be told, I wasn't ready, though. I didn't want to die. I didn't want to…

"Radom…!"

And then the fire came. It was like Koko was throwing my life at my face, hurling it back at me and laughing.

And then it exploded, and I could hear Koko turning and walking away.

And yet I was alive.

And so I searched for the reason, and that's when I saw Brago. Fear gripped at my neck like a demon I couldn't see. My words were caught in a vice I called my throat.

But this was the moment a promise was made. This was the day that Brago planted a seed deep within myself. It was a seed neither him nor I saw.

It was the seed of love, destined to blossom into a flower.

A flower named Sherry.

The loud ringing of a bell echoed throughout the mansion, snapping me out of my bitter flashback. The smoke detector had gone off, a numerous amount of maids and servants hurried in to where I was, franticly checking to see what had happened and if my well-being was intact.

I was only faintly aware of Brago's presence behind me. It was funny, really. I could always count on Brago to be there- I think he babied me in that aspect, and I was becoming dependent on him. I was surprised at how easily I froze at the sight of a small stove fire; once again, though, Brago was there. He was always there. And in the back of my mind I knew that was for my own good, but when I turned to walk away and past him, I spoke up with annoyance in my voice.

"I don't need you for a stove fire, Brago." I didn't see him look at me or even acknowledge my words, and so I kept walking, aiming for the large staircase that was conveniently placed in the middle of my living room. I let my feet carry me all the way up the stairs and towards my bedroom.

It was odd thinking about the past. It had been nearly a year since that incident. A year…

Brago had been with me for a year so far, and I had grown accustom to him always being around. I don't know what brought me to start thinking about all of this right now, after a small stove fire, but it did. I insisted that my chef let me cook my own eggs, and yet I couldn't even do that by myself.

Was I that spoiled? Was I that pathetic?

"Fire paralyzes you." I was startled by Brago's voice, my head whipping to see him staring me down in the doorway. My cheeks flushed with embarrassment and anger.

"Your point?" I shot back at him, my voice icy. I saw his eyes narrow at me.

"Nothing." And then he turned and walked away. I was left standing there, in the middle of my room, staring at a half open door. I sighed lowly to myself, walking over to the door to call Brago back and apologize, but when I arrived he was already gone. My face just went to an impassive glare, the expression I wore most of the time. I closed the door with an inaudible thud, turning and leaning my back against it. It was only at this moment did I become conscious of the book I was grasping in my right hand.

I always held on to Brago's book as it were my life line. I never let it leave my palm- ever. I slipped off my shoes onto the plush rug of my room and walked over to the small window seat that overlooked the garden outside. I was just about to sit down on the seat, I usually sat there to gather my thoughts, when the book illuminating. My eyes shot from that to the outside world, to the faint green light I caught on the edge of the garden.

I quickly let myself out of the window and onto the roof, running towards where the green light was. It only took me a few seconds before I stopped on the edge of the roof, a mamodo and his partner at the end of garden below me. I noticed Brago in the middle of the lawn, about three vines of some sort coming out of the ground and around him. I met eyes with him for the briefest of moments before I took out the cane he trained me with, the one with ruby jewel on the end.

It was odd, knowing Brago needed me to defeat these people, even though they were indeed weak. I pressed a button on the cane and launched the jewel at the man, wrapping around his book and flinging it out of his hand.

"Ion gravirei," I said calmly as Brago's hand shot toward the book, catching it in a ring of gravity and smashing it to the ground, igniting it into flames on impact. I grinned as the vines around him began to fade with the mamodo who was crying to his partner about something or another. It wasn't until he was fully gone did his partner admit defeat. I had him escorted off the grounds.

I closed the black book in my hands before looking at Brago, who was now looking at me. He nodded almost unnoticeably and I smiled weakly at him before he turned and walked back towards the building.

For a short moment, the idea of that being me, that mamodo disappearing being Brago- anchored me to my spot. I quickly shook it off though, and turned my back to where the fading lights of the mamodo could still be seen glimmering in the wind.

My ringlets flew from side to side with my pink dress, the wind colliding against it softly as I walked back into my house.

I wouldn't lose Brago like that. I knew I wouldn't.

Because my name is Sherry Belmont.

And I am writing my own destiny.

This is my story.

Wow so I re-started because the other one was just HORRIBLE.

It was so morbidly written it made me want to kill myself oh my god.

Well okay here we go tell me if this is liked or not~*

Love,

Bryan~ c: