Newfangled Song
I DON"T OWN PRTEAR OR THE CHARACTERS! But I do own the plot in which I am placing them. I hope you enjoy their new roles!
Sasame's POV
It's amazing how many people share the same problems. Even I, a Leafe Knight, protector of the princess and guardian of sound, suffer many of the same difficulties these mortals do.
It's the same story. A continuous cycle. A heart learns the lessons of love, the love once recieved, will no longer be there. Whether it be through death, distance, or transferred to another, the love will be lost, and every heart will be broken. Hurt with the idea that it will never be able to heal its wounds, it will come to believe in loneliness, solitude, pain.
Pain.
Something we are all acustom to.
But, we don't have to live, wallowing in our past; in our pain. Though it hurts, all wounds heal with time. They may leave scars, but they are only a reminder. We learn from the past. We remember the pain that once caused those scars and we will act with more caution towards certain situations because of them.
But many people, for some reason, do not believe this. Or, they simply need a reminder. Which is why I do do my talk show. Since I have suffered through many of the same situations as many of my listeners, I believe I can help heal their wounds and teach them not to deny or disregard the scars that the past many leave behind.
I believe I can do more for humans than just protect the Leafe. This is just one step closer towards my goal.
I finish the closure of another show. As the same as many other nights, I stayed late. When I'm not out with Himeno and the Knights, I tend to spend much of my time in the studio, trying to help others that may need it. And, finally, at the end of a long day, I'm finished and ready to go.
As I walk home, I think about my missions. Lately, The Princess of Disaster has yet to strike. I don't know why, but we have not had to fight any demon larvea or familiars in a while. In a few weeks to be exact. Of course, the lot of us aren't complaining. we're actually enjoying ourselves, taking time to relax a little and continue with Himeno's pret. abilities. She's really coming along.
I chuckled a little at the thought of the last test Hayete made her take. He actually placed (yes, placed, strange, I know) her on a wooden beam in the middle of a small pond. She had to stay on the beam while holding a small goblet of red dye. Hayete gave her strict instuctions. She had to keep her balance and NO MATTER WHAT HAPPENED, she was not allowed to drop a single drop of the dye. He told her that the Knights might have to place her in some difficult situations and it was her job to try and protect them, as well as herself. The Knights could be of no use if they were too damaged to fight because she kept getting into dangerous predicaments. It was Hayete's little way of reminding her that during a pret, there were TWO of them in the same body, but only ONE took all the damage. He was trying to reduce the risks of them getting into danger.
I can only imagine how that went.
As I neared a small plaza, I could not help but be drawn back into the real world. It was beautiful here. A large park one one side, a nice long sidewalk with rows of benches seperating the park and a small asortment of resturants, cafes, and ice cream parlors. There were no big lights so the stars could be seen clearly.
I could here the live radio playing from the speakers. The talk shows would not come on until later.
Though my stroll through this particular area, my eyes were drawn to certain bench. For some reason, the past few weeks, I've relized that this person was always in the same spot, at the same time, amd mostly always in the same position.
Due to the abundence of benches, she had every intention of taking up the entire thing.
I knew it was a she, not because of facial features because she always had an arm drawn across her eyes, but because of the way her hair cascaded in a long waterfall off the side of the bench. It was a dark honey color with tints of blue in the shadows. It almost brushed the pavement beneath her. One long leg was drapped up on the back of the bench while the other had its foot planted lightly on the ground.
Tonight she was wearing a VERY holy pair of jeans, faded with time. Almost white in the moonlight. A jacket in about the same condition as her jeans, and a black shirt that I could not help but notice, hugged her every curve.
As i walked past her on this particular night, I could not help but hear her hum to the tune on the radio.
What a sweet sound.
End 1
This is pretty much my second story, and I hope you all like it. Just one dau this story idea popped into my head and I decided to post it. The only problem is that I have all the BIG parts thought out, now I just need something to go in between, so I'm warning you now, it might take a while to update.
But, if you like it, I would appriciate it if you let me know. I poted another story and have yet to gain a lot of luck with that one, some maybe this one will turn out better.
THANKS FOR READING!