This is my first fan story ever. Yes, ever. Critiques are most welcome. Written for the PWKM
Prompt: Pearl Fey grows up to be a famous female basketball player, and with the help of Michael Jordan's spirit...or something.
Giants wearing very baggy clothes surrounded her. Their shoes make an irritating squeak as they rub against the floor. They're running, chasing something. Everything begins to move in slow motion. She knows what comes next. One of the giants pivots to face her. Out from his arms flies a ball. It's very much unlike the one she plays with normally - it's much bigger and heavier, plus it's orange. "Such a strange colour for a ball," Pearl finds herself thinking. As she catches the ball with skill she never knew she had, a loud noise erupts. Soon there is a stadium full of people clapping and cheering her on. All this commotion just for her. Her heart begins to race, senses heighten; it's a feeling she's come to love, crave. The ground beneath her shakes with the excitement of the crowd. Eliminating all the noise she turns and dribbles the ball towards the basket. Dodging and weaving, the giants are no match for her speed and agility. Now unopposed, she lines herself up with the hoop, lifting up the ball, bending her knees. Time seems to stand still as she takes a deep breath, readying herself for the shot. Then she springs off her toes, arms extend, the ball freeing itself of her grip hurtles high in the air. It slowly get closer and closer to the hoop as the stadium around her begins to fade – it's just her, the ball and the hoop. Closer and closer still, the ball is perfectly on target. As it dips in its course and hits the backboard –
*CRASH*
Everything fades. The stadium, the crowd, the hoop, the giants, they all disappear. What's left is the shattered remains of Mystic Misty's urn.
"Maybe daydreaming about my amazing basketball skills wasn't such a good idea," Pearl thinks as she races to find super glue.
