A/N: Okay, quick author note here. I was thinking about this idea for a long time before even writing up the start of it. Which is all I have done currently but it really depends on how it is received by others and if I can ever stop being do lazy as to finish it off. It won't be too long… I would hope… So, currently it is just a work-in-progress and… Well, we'll see if it is good or not…. Anyway… I'm going to start typing it now…
Soul Journal Entry:
Justine, age eleven.
Today father came for me in my room. I still couldn't look him in the eyes. He said I shouldn't feel ashamed and that I only tried to fill the void left by mother. When he wasn't looking, I took the star stone from his collection.
Today I was the one with the sword.
Justine knew to handle it with the greatest of care as she held it before her, flat in the palms of her hands. Naturally, you had to be very careful in the handling of the soapstone. Its edges were beyond being simply sharp, and it was of a heavy weight for a child to carry.
Placing the star stone in the loose pocket of Justine's day dress was well timed. The audible thudding of a man's walk (she knew it to be her father's own) came approaching a bit to quickly towards the child's bedroom door. Justine was left with but a moment to pick up a book from the bedside table, open it to a random page and pretend as if she was lost and engrossed within its pages. The young Florbelle plastered the most concentrated of looks she could conceive of upon her features as the master of the estate swung the bedroom door inwards.
A/N: Ahh, I know it is so short but really I have only begun this idea and most likely I will be putting up more chapters of this... Well, maybe. If people like it and all that. Emm, you can just give me a quick review at the end if you so please to do so. It is all appreciated.