Summary: Dark Silver does not dare leave the home of Jack the Black… but thanks to one of his fearlings, she gets objects of the mortal world… and the fearling returns one night with an interesting object…
Make new friends, but keep
the old; Those are silver, these are gold.
Joseph Parry
Deep down in the realm of Jack the Black, the Nightmare King, a little star was making her home… a tainted star…
The star was once a pure silver star… possibly the last one in existence.
But she would not be able to tell you if she was or not because during her corruption, she lost her memories. She didn't even know her name…
But that was ok with her… why, because those memories held pain and sorrow. And besides, they were better left off in the past… where they belonged.
She looked at the small space she decided to make her home… some place where she would not interfere with her master's work but in his site.
On the floor was a small, black silk pillow for her to sleep on. In the corner was an old record player that looked like it needed a bit of work, a small char, and a small table… to say she didn't have much was an understatement…
She would leave her masters home to go get more things, but she didn't feel the time was right… it was not that she feared he would punish her; she just didn't want to encounter someone that would recognize her and try to 'save' her. Past was past… and nothing more…
It had only been a short time since her rebirth… days, a week, a month… heck if she knew… she still wanted to sort through her thoughts…
A whimper came from behind her. She turns to find a fearling hound with a record disk in his mouth, case and all…
'Aw, do not worry about how long it took. It is… sweet that you do this for me.' She smiled.
She took the record from the hound and to thank him she created a small silver sand bird, and flung it with her finger like a paper airplane for him to catch…
The hound happily followed the bird and snapped it in his maw… licking his chops.
She found that the little silver she could control was… fun, only used to feed the fearling like treats.
She never wanted to use it more than she had to thou… she feared past memories…
She looked at the case that the hound brought to her '… Johnny Cash, Greatest hits…'
She read the back as she cranked the old record player… yea, it's that old. She was thankful that it was a crank operated, being that there was no electricity…
She seemed enticed by one song on the record…. Highwayman.
'Hmm… interesting… what do you think?' she looked to the fearling…
The hound tilted his head and looked at her with a confused expression.
'The song… Highwayman… think we should listen to it?' she smiled…
The hound settled down next to her… giving his answer.
'Ok then…' she smiled, petting his head.
She placed the record on the player, placed the needle on the spot she thought the song started… she sat in her char as the record skitched and started to play, its melody soft and chiming…
The lyrics came quite quickly…
"I was a highwayman…. Along the coach roads I did ride…
With sword and pistol by my side…
Many a young maid lost her baubles to my trade…
Many a soldier shed his lifeblood on my blade…
The bastards hung me in the spring of twenty-five…
But I am still alive."
She was quite surprised…
'Oh, never heard a song like this…' she found the song to be millennially, not sad… but not happy as well… she continues to listen…
"I was a sailor… I was born upon the tide…
And with the sea I did abide…
I sailed a schooner round the Horn to Mexico…
I went aloft and furled the mainsail in a blow…
And when the yards broke off they said that I got killed…
But I am living still."
She absentmindedly continued to pet the fearling hounds head… the hound listening as well…
'This song is rather quick to the death point…' she smiled…
"I was a dam builder… across the river deep and wide…
Where steel and water did collide…
A place called Boulder on the wild Colorado…
I slipped and fell into the wet concrete below…
They buried me in that great tomb that knows no sound…
But I am still around… I'll always be around… and around… and around… and
around… and around…"
She wondered about the songs true meaning… till the last of the song played…
"I fly a starship… across the Universe divide…"
Something clicked in her mind…
"And when I reach the other side…"
Gold assaulted her vision… a gold star pilot…
"I'll find a place to rest my spirit if I can…"
'I promise to protect you Silver…' he said…
"Perhaps I may become a highwayman again…"
'I know you will… Sand…'
"Or I may simply be a single drop of rain…"
The vision stopped before going any further…
"But I will remain…
And I'll be back again… and again… and again… and again… and again…"
The vision faded as the song did… and for once, it was not painful… but, who was that male star pilot…
She looked to the hound as he looked at her… curiosity on his face.
'Have you ever met a star with the name Sand?' she asked the hound…
The fearling growled and bared his teeth… 'I'll take that as a yes… an enemy of the king?' she scratched behind his ear…
He looked at her with a sad look… 'I see…' she would have to say away from this 'Sand'… he must be a part of her past.
'I shall stay away from this 'Sand'… he might try to take me away from Master Jack.' She said…
The fearling panted and looked at her with eagerness…
'hehe… ok, I'll play another song… how about a name?'
The fearling hound barked…
'How about… Johnny…'
The hound barked and ran in a circle…
'Ok, ok Johnny… I'll play another song.' She smiled.
The set the needle on another spot on the recorded to play a different song…
She would have to listen to that song later thou… she wanted to know the stars full name… and now she knew hers…
'Silver'
Maybe the past wasn't all that bad...