AN: I'm re-uploading the first three chapters because I've made some very miner, impossible for you to notice changes. Just some tweaking. I know that they are there and that is all that matters. Anyway, welcome to the world of Rayman. This story is based around two Rayman fan-characters that my friend and I had created. I hope you enjoy this little fiction that I've created, much credit goes to Raygirl, who inspired this story with her vast array of characters. Without such a cast, this writing would be very thin. Anyway, read on and enjoy!
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To Mend A Broken Soul
Chapter 1
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The night sky was a glorious sight to see, the moon was at its fullest, sending its pale watery rays of light down to the earth along side the stars buttery glow. It was beautifully clear, not a cloud to be seen within a mile. The forest was bright with the night's organic lightshow, allowing a long shadow to be cast over the dewy grass.
A young raymanian boy walked slowly amongst the deep green of nature. His dark clothing and hair helped him to blend into the shadows, allowing him to make a quick escape if need be. He enjoyed the night sounds. Crickets and frogs singing they're serenades and the scufflings of creatures that were awake for only the dark hours of the night. He also spent this time to visit with the owls that resided within the deep woods.
Eventually he made his way to a small pond located close to where he lived. He parted the thick marsh grass and wispy cattails and came out on a small path that led around the waters edge. The frogs gulped loudly in protest and splashed nosily into the water as he made his way toward a dry log. He sat down with all the ease of one familiar with his surroundings and watched as the fireflies danced above the water, reflecting they're tiny lights on it's rippling surface.
He didn't know how much time he had spent staring at the flickering lights, feeling the cool summer night's breeze ruffle through his hair before the owls came to him. They were bothered by something. The boy felt a stab of worry as they told him that a stranger had wandered into this part of the forest.
He stood quickly, but didn't move. He paused and debuted whether or not he should go and see who this person was. It could be someone who had gotten lost and couldn't find their way back. Then again, it could just be someone passing through. The thought of someone lost over weighed his desire to remain in solitude. He would go inspect what the owls were fussing about. Besides, he didn't need to make himself known unless he was sure whoever it was needed his help.
With this thought in mind he made his way towards where the owls had told him the intruder had been last, staying as silent as he could the whole time. As he drew closer to an area that had once been a training area for young and eager warriors, he began to feel an ominous aura. It was thick and weighed heavy on the mind and soul. He felt as if an invisible fist was squeezing his heart. With alarm he backtracked far enough so that the strange feeling was gone.
This must have been what bothered the owls so much. He had thought it strange that a single stranger should bring that much alarm to them. Carefully he moved back towards the clearing. As he drew ever closer the depressing aura grew stronger until he felt he would suffocate from it. And then quite suddenly, it was gone. He shook his head to clear his mind of the fog. This new mystery spurred him forward, no longer caring if he was spotted.
When he finally stepped into the unkempt grass of the training field he immediately spotted a figure laying on the ground close to the right edge. Carefully he moved closer. It was a raymanian girl; her hair shone a dull, straw yellow in the moonlight. She wore a long medium blue dress. She was propped on her side, so he had to move silently around her so he could see her face.
A small gasp escaped his lips as he saw the state that she was in. One of her eyes looked swollen shut and dirt covered her face, mingling with what he feared was the rust red hue of blood. He thought for a moment she was dead, but then he saw her take a small, gasping breath. Pushed by a courage born of worry he lifted her carefully into his arms and hurried back to his hut. Praying all the while, that he would be able to help her.