Here is my final story from my list. The story of Ember and the other GRAY kids. The story on how it all started, and how they came back. It's going to be a progression, from their childhood years to certain events in their lives. Ready? Let's begin. I own nothing except my ideas and OC's.
Ember at the age of 8, walked down a road leading to her home, beside her was her little brother Garnet, at the age of 7, he looked around and ran around happily, simply enjoying the outdoors. Ember smiled and chased him, happy to have fun with him.
Ember's black hair with red tips was tied up in a small ponytail, not really enough to make a full one, but she likes it. Her brown eyes intent on getting her brother.
Garnet grinned as his spiky black hair was blown back by the wind, his silver eyes gleaming in excitement.
Ash, now in his adult years, watched as his children raced around the path, he smiled as he watched. Happy for his children simply enjoying life.
"Gotcha sis"! Garnet says, apparently their game having switch to a game of tag, as he tackled his Sister to the ground.
"Not yet you don't"! Ember replied, her Saiyan tail unwrapping from her waist and picking her Brother off.
"Hey! No fair"! Garnet protested as he got up.
"Is too! Not my fault you don't have a tail". Ember taunted.
Garnet huffed at his sisters taunt.
"Now now, no need to get upset Garnet, there's a good reason you don't have a tail, but don't worry, it will grow back". Ash assured his son.
Garnet looked at his Father and gave him a grin. "Okay Daddy"! He cheers.
Ash involuntarily smiled at being called 'Daddy', it always made him happy.
Ryan, also in his adult years. Was dealing with something on his scroll when he felt a tug on his pant leg. He looked down and saw a 6 year old Crystal looking up at him, arms up. Ryan chuckled and picked his Daughter up, continuing his work, Crystal attempting to figure out what he's doing.
"Daddy, what do all of those numbers mean"? Crystal asks, staring at the scroll.
"It means how much money we got this month, and what we have to do with it". Ryan replied.
Crystal let out an 'oh' of understanding, and simply watched as her Father continued his work, asking various questions along the way.
"Where's your Mother"? Ryan asked.
"Mommy is busy with something, something about a transmactor"? Crystal said, trying to get the word correct.
"Transaction"? Ryan asked his daughter.
"Yeah! She said she had to go do that". Crystal replied.
"Ah, I see, she'll be back soon then, don't worry". Ryan assured.
"Okay! Can I help you with your stuff"? Crystal asks.
Ryan chuckled. "When your a bit older Crystal, its a lot of work". Ryan replied.
"I'm old! I'm almost seven"! Crystal rebutted.
"Sure, your almost out of the first digits". Ryan said with a smile.
"Hey Daddy, can you fix my hair when your done"? Crystal asks, her snow white hair hanging freely.
"Sure, what do you want it to look like"? Ryan asks.
"Pigtails"! Crystal cheered.
"Alright, as the Princess wishes". Ryan answered.
"Hiyah"! Calida, at the age of nine, shouted as she jumped on her Father., her crimson eyes shining as she grabbed him.
"Gah! You got me"! George, also grown up, shouted as he fell to the ground, his daughter gripping his neck in a hug, or her version of a chokehold. "It's getting dark! Tell your Mom, I love her". George said before going limp, his tongue out for dramatic effect.
"No! I'm sorry Daddy"! Calida said in fear.
George leapt up and grabbed his Daughter in a hug, electing a squeal of surprise from her. "It's fine, I'm tougher than that"! George assured his daughter.
Calida tried to squirm out of her Father's grip, only suceeding in getting a tickling in response. "Hahaha! Stop it Daddy"! Calida squealed as she struggled.
"Sorry Firecracker, but I have to get payback somehow"! George countered before letting his Daughter go, who fell to the floor with a mouthful of giggles, her blonde hair sticking out in her excitement.
"That was mean Daddy". Calida said after recovering.
"I know, but you love me anyway". George said, even as his Daughter hugged him.
"Of course I do! Your the strongest man in the World"! Calida claims, causing George to laugh.
"Your right about that, and don't you forget it"! George said with a laugh.
"Hey Dad, when is Mom going to get home"? Calida asks.
George went into thought briefly, Yang went out on a mission with Blake and Ruby, Weiss had some business to attend to, and they would be back by tomorrow.
"Tomorrow, you'll probably be asleep when she gets back". George answered.
"No fair"! Calida protested.
"Then get to sleep early tonight, and you may wake up to see her when she gets home". George bargains.
"Alright"! Calida agrees.
Yaron, in his adult years, hummed as he sat at a table, messing with some notes, his piercing green eyes narrowed in thought.
"Dad"? Duran, also the age of 9, asks timidly.
Yaron looked down at his son, bright green eyes having a scared look in them, with dark orange hair and fox ears, with black fur inside the ears, melding them together.
"What is it Duran"? Yaron asked in concern.
"I had a nightmare, could you go see if there are no monsters nearby"? Duran asks.
Yaron smiled. "Of course, I hunt monsters daily, if there's one there, they'll pay for scaring my son". Yaron assures before picking his son up and marching to his room.
Duran curled up in his Father's arms, feeling safe as his ears folded down. Yaron opened the door and looked around the room, Duran seeing his Mark glow on his hand as he looked around.
"Nothing, it must have been a branch or the floor settling". Yaron assured.
"I heard something! It sounded like footsteps"! Duran argues.
"Alright, how about I stay in here until you go to sleep"? Yaron asks.
"Really? Thanks Dad". Duran thanks before crawling into his bed and curling up under the covers.
"Goodnight, Dad". Duran said before going to sleep.
"Goodnight, Son". Yaron replies, watching as his son went to sleep.
"Scared again"? A female voice asked.
Yaron turned and saw his wife Aria walk in, a look of concern on her face.
"Yeah, third time this week, and it's all because of those". Yaron mutters angrily as he clenches his fists.
"You know as well as I do, we never expected that, all we can do is move on". Aria comforts.
Yaron sighed and leaned deeper into his chair. "Yeah, I know".
"Get some rest, I'll watch Duran for a bit longer". Aria assures.
"Got it, thanks". Yaron thanks before walking out, rubbing his head in frustration.
Aria frowned and ran her hands through her Son's hair, brushing over his Fox ears momentarily, which caused his ears to twitch at the touch.
"I'm so sorry Duran, we'll make sure this never happens again, I hope you can learn to trust humans again". Aria mutters, even as Duran squirmed in his sleep.
To be Continued.
And there is the starting point for it, just a basic introduction to the kids basic personalities at their young ages, they change over time, and you'll see. Next up is going to be their times Training with their new weapons. Also remember my poll I put up. R&R This is Oathkeeper0317 signing out.
