Summary: Innocence picks its wielder, yet sometimes the Order doesn't agree with the chosen. LaviOC, KandaOC, AllenxLenalee, others. I do not own DGM
Pátraic
Prologue: The Fiddler
Fingers curled delicately around the bow as if she held it any other way she would break it. She played a simple melody, letting the opening notes hover in the air before picking up the pace. Her feet danced to her song, skirt lifting slightly as she hoped from foot to foot. People started to gather, watching in awe as her whole body danced, from her fingers to her toes. A few people searched their pockets for coins to throw in the bag she had laid out in front of her. She stayed in a trance through her song, playing and dancing as if her life depended on it. When she finally came to an end the few people who had gathered clapped before walking away from the girl. She stood there, catching her breath, before looking down at her bag. She smiled before picking it up and counting what little money she had earned. As she counted a young girl, no more then six years of age, slowly walked up to her, her young eyes starring up at her face.
"What's that?" she asked curiously, pointing at the right side of her face.
She brought her hand to her face tracing the familiar markings, "You mean this?" she smiled as the young girl nodded quickly, her eyes widening with interest. "This here is a tattoo," she said, "I've had it for as long as I can remember."
"Why would you get a tattoo of a snake?" she whispered the word 'snake' before looking around cautiously before continuing. "I thought snakes represented the devil and that's why Saint Patrick banished them a long long long time ago."
"Well," She started, lowering herself down to the girls level, "snakes are the devil's kin, but just like everyone else they can rid themselves of their sin. So you see, not all snakes are evil, just the ones that don't listen to gods will."
"So you're saying your snake is good?"
"Yes. My snake is a good." She said softly.
"How do you know for sure though? Like what if your snake is just tricking you like they tricked Eve." She inquired fearfully, softly touching the snake's fangs that were open around the girls right eye. The fiddler smiled at the girls fear for her, before taking her smaller hand in hers and holding it to her neck where the snake's body coiled and tail ended. She pressed the girls fingers to the snakes tail, which was formed like a cross.
"You see this cross here?" the girl nodded. "It's gods cross. So that means my snake is a friend of god, just like you and me."
The little girl smiled wide before slipping a coin into the fiddler's hand. "What is your name?" she giggled.
"Tara," she smiled, "my name is Tara."
Today: So this is the prologue to Source 'Pátraic' I hope you liked it. Thank you for reading and if you review please don't flame. Thank you! :)