Remembrance
This is just a short story about an old man remembering when he was a child playing with a friend who, instead of getting what they had hoped for, got more than they could ask. It is also my first story, and the two characters, Nolen and Lunelliah, will be in all of my stories, just not always as the same people.
"Nolen hurry up, it's hatching!"
"Seriously? It took long enough."
A young boy came running out from a stream, shoes making a sloshing noise with each step. He stopped next to girl, slightly smaller than him. She was bent over with her hands on her knee's, looking at an egg, which was shaking back and forth.
They both held their breath as the first piece of egg shell broke, and fell off. Then a small pink goo squeezed out from the crack, and made a small noise like water dripping onto a sponge.
"Eeeeeee! It's sooo cute!"
Nolen flinched at the noise, then said "Lunelliah, don't be so loud, you'll scare it."
Lunelliah ignored him and picked up the Poring in one of her small hands. "Let's show Mr. Arke!", she said.
Picking up the tiny Poring, Nolen smiled and said, "Okay, let's go then."
Lunelliah stood up straight and smiled, then started to a half run half skip towards the Prontera Culvert opening, Nolen close behind. They ran in and around the small stream that wound towards the culvert, the Poring atop Nolen's head.
After a few minutes, the three of them burst through the small bushes beside the culvert, in front of which stood a guard. He was busy telling an acolyte that without the required papers from the chivalry, he could not enter. The acolyte groaned, but walked away.
Nolen approached the guard, and held up the Poring, with Lunelliah right beside him.
"Well, it seems the egg I gave you finally hatched, eh?", he said with a voice that sounded of warm Summers.
Lunelliah smiled and said "Yep, it just hatched a few minutes ago, Mr. Arke! Take a look at it!"
She elbowed Nolen in the ribs and he took the poring from his head and gave it to Mr. Arke.
After turning it around and poking at it, Mr. Arke said with surprise, "Well look here! What do these look like, kids?"
He handed it back to them and pointed out two small bumps on each side, which had feathers coming from them, and then pointed to a round circle on it's head.
"Wings! And a halo! Then that must mean…." Nolen trailed off.
"That's right, it's an Angeling!", Lunelliah said, her voice higher than usual. She smiled a big grin, and started laughing. The sound was pure and clear, like that of a crystal chime. Nolen looked at her, and smiled, enjoying the sound. The Angeling hopped around their feet, flapping it's still tiny wings.
An old man sat on a garden bench, enjoying the flowers around him. He opened his eyes, smiling, as an Angeling sat on the ground next to him. He looked at it, and said, "You still remember her, right, Luneli?" He had named it after her from so long ago. A tear came to his eye, and he closed his eyes, in solemn remembrance, of the only one he ever loved.
