New Spring
By: Nuuoa Eclaire
Author's Note: Hello everyone, oh I just feel so refreshed, almost as if I've been brought back from the dead. I just realized how much I needed this, and though our cute little fan base has suddenly died along with how much they show Class of the Titans on Teletoon, I will stick to it. To the only people we have left.
This poetic little piece will be about five chapters, no more, no less, and will stretch over the course of one year in the point of view of our lovable fiery red-head, no not the one I continuously kill off, but Atlanta. Each chapter will be of a different season, and that will be the theme or my writing style to match it, in the course of her one year. After a full circle you will see how she has developed changed and grown in so many different ways, but just as a little side note, there will be no actual adventure in this on….Oh! And of course I add Archie to the whole mix, haha.
So without further ado I give you my little five-pieced poke of inspiration. I hope you guys like it, and remember when or if you do to press the cute little button at the bottom to send me some love. -Nuuoa Eclaire
o-- With Spring Comes Birth, And With Birth A Beginning.--o
Chapter One: Spring o--o
I always love the Springtime, the time of year when that nipping bitter snow finally melts and suddenly begins to blossom into a brand new year, a bright new day. A low silvery drop of dew falls from a pink magnolia. The sound is loud enough in the otherwise dead silence of Winter to wake the living. The sleepy wake and find themselves embarking towards a fresh horizon of pale sunlight, always in a dream-like state as they float down. With a gentle pathway of cherry blossoms and that single budding pastel magnolia to mark their path.
My memories of now, fade back into then. I remember myself, a year ago, amongst the sleepwalking travelers. I too awoke to that hazy scented dawn, now away from the slumber of Winter's whispers.
And just as well that I was still dozing.
And I was that yawning fragile magnolia, blushing and coy, a waking flower, blissfully oblivious of my year ahead.
The spring was not yet new.
o-- Can You Taste The Sunlight Flowers?--o
I rushed forward, embracing the caressed foggy heat around me, as if the world was still unsure if it was time for melting yet. That tiring, season long grudge, being held on for one last moment before the sunlight broke free of its confines and kissed the last hanging reflecting icicles. The cries shattered as it struck ground.
I giggled, almost delusional in happiness at the start of Spring. I was a jubilant little girl at the end and start of the world, stepping over sidewalk cracks like they were trenches, jumping over pebbles like they were boulders, and running like ground and sky had no borders. And they were indeed boundless.
"Archie, hurry up!" I called back gleefully, feeling tendrils of wind between my fingers. This is why I loved to run. A free ecstasy that others would never know soaked into my bones, and my mind processed so
little of what I saw, that I saw everything.
"Me! Run faster than THIS, impossible! Just slow down, will you, Atlanta!" I barely heard him through the heaving whipping of the wind, but at the mention of my name I turned my head. My legs never stopped the blur they made against the lush green and pink hues of the park, and I could feel the speed increasing.
Archie's cry must have taken a lot out of him, because my head turn only allowed me to see an ever fading blur, bright purple, gold, and blue amongst foliage and old couples holding hands. Some even took the time to comment about my friend's poor taste in attire, and I was glad my ears picked it up, because it made me laugh even more.
Giggling I yelled back at him, "Never!" And I braved myself to face the vast lands alone. Archie could reach me later, he always followed. He was the ground to my sky, making sure I at least had something to land on when I came down from my cloud nine of jubilation. Or to catch me if I fell at the rate I was going, but that was only a trace of a thought imprinted on my mind.
I exited to main area of the park, and tackled the hill ahead of me head-first. Or feet first. I climbed and the child in my conquered had conquered a mountain, and who was to say that this hill was anything but. From the top of my Mt. Everest I could see the world before me, or at least the place in which the world was destined to be saved. And it was a beautiful battleground, so soft in color and hazily bright. My love of this season stirred within me while my eager hazel eyes scanned over rooftops.
With my eyes so busy drinking in the scenery, I barely saw or heard the grunts sounding from behind me, thinking it perhaps a woodland creature. The animal was instead the rare Archie-beast.
"You!" He pointed an accusing trembling finger at me, the source of his torture. I grinned manically.
"Hello, Archie-beast. Glad to see you made it up here in one piece. I thought perhaps the journey to treacherous for you." I giggled, still far too attached to my inner-child. Archie blinked at me, his forehead scrunched, and his beat red face, most likely from running, went crimson. Maybe speaking gave off more exertion, great to note for any future Archie-beast tamers.
"Archie-beast?" The critter growled at me, the tuffs of his hair at the front acted as horns, "Geeh, 'Lan, nice name." I stuck my tongue out at him.
"What are you, five?" He rolled his eyes lightly.
"And what if I am?" I huffed, my chest stuck out proudly. I leaned over to flick off a fleck of mud that had planted itself on Archie's face when he had been chasing after me.
"I can be whatever I want to be," I laughed.
"Sure!" He jumped away from my touch like I had burned him. Maybe I had, his skin had grown hot enough. I grasped the sunlight around me. It wasn't warm enough for him to have grown that hot yet. I really had run too hard for the poor guy. My nose wrinkled, my adult self screamed something about the chemical reaction a body underwent during moments of embarrassment or affection, but that voice never had much power when the flowers were in full bloom.
Archie regained composure, his words taunting like fruit, "I'm like a pet anyways… always following
you…" He trailed off, "You can be anything you want! Sure you can sweetheart, would you like daddy-waddy to buy you an ice-cream?" He went doe-eyed, pouty lipped and stared at me. He didn't keep it up for long though; the expression on my face must have forced him into hysteria.
Gagging on his own oxygen, Archie leaned onto his knees. The guy was delusional. I punched his arm in playful annoyance.
"What, pray tell, is so funny?" My eyes narrowed, and my fingers tapped my hip patiently. When he eventually stopped laughing his skin glowed as bright as a clear day, so much blood had rushed to his face that I was surprised that he hadn't passed out.
"Y-y-your face!" He burst again, and I almost did too.
"What about my face!" The side of his arm was going to be bruised soon if he kept this up.
"It was s-s-so funny!"
"Well you said 'daddy-waddy'"! I defended myself, hopefully making a good argument. The beast just laughed, and I almost smiled.
"You're crazy, you know that, Arch?" I sighed, spinning on the balls of my feet. I kicked a lone rock. It sputtered down the folds in the grass, creased enough to form mounds, and I lost sight of it in the bush of evergreen.
"Oh, I know." The glow around him grew to a sparkle, and it lit his mouth. His smile was neon stabbing my eyes, still sensitive from the spell of Spring.
"But you love it." Archie winked.
Everything around me snapped back sharply into reality, and the young adult broke free of its chains. The use of a forbidden word worked very well as a knife. The child was banished to its room for reckless abandon, crying for being caught, and hearing a cursed word.
This word… love.
I flinched, 'Love?'
A speckle of sunlight filtered through the crisp newborn leaves, and painted shadows across Archie's long pale face. A single stroke danced along the bridge of his lashes, and I blinked. I could not breathe despite the air around me.
His lashes were dark and long for a male, and because of it more shadows blackened the tips of his cheeks, but did not hide the dim sparkled buried within his eyes. I blinked again; I couldn't count how many times I may have. I was out of my body. The deep rushing streams of Spring from Winter were a mere speck in his eyes, and a whole iris would cover five oceans.
I laughed at how ridiculous I was being… at least I thought it was a laugh… or whatever that crackled witch sound from my throat was supposed to be. Archie raised an eyebrow, and I lost my air again.
"You okay, 'Lan?"
"Fine." I did a laugh-cross-chuckle once again. Archie shrugged his shoulders. Something fuchsia crept unto his face, staining his face. I barely saw it, trapped in my thoughts and desperate to escape their confusion.
'I'm still asleep, Spring has not called me from my bed yet,' I vaguely remember thinking frantically as I rubbed my eyes and turned out to the view of the tender city. I could not feel my hands, my feet, or any part of me except that fuzzy ever growing heat working its own trail up from him to my face. I was not sure how I was aware of this, but I was sure I was dead. My throat tightened at the thought.
As I dared a look back at him the ink masters pen added lines of an almost smile to the corners of Archie's perfectly imperfect lips as he too gazed lovingly over our home. My heart tripped on something. And so it was that Spring had finally taken the last portion of my sanity, because in that brief moment of Summer, as strange and preposterous as it was, I saw a man.
And I wished he was mine.
I shook my head, and fire hair flew about me. The misplaced thought was gone, and I twirled around and grabbed my friend's hand. Dragging him along with me, I raced down the hill, eager to meet my next adventure.
"Come on, I'll take you up for that ice-cream now, daddy-waddy." I laughed, while my fellow thrill-seeker grew very, very silent.
And Spring grew into Summer, along a path of bold vibrant green.
o-- With Spring Comes Birth, And With Birth A Beginning.--o
Author's Note: Notes! The dividing notes will be of the theme, so this one was about spring. Yes, this is the beginning. Of a story, and Atlanta's ever denied feelings. I'll have to think up another slogan than for summer. Notice I put the seasons in capitals in the text : ). Random point-outs with Nuu. I hope you liked it, next four will come soon! The airy feel of the writing, drenched in flowery perfume will go away though, replaced with something more bold for summer, and then flowy and crisp in autumn. Brittle in the winter. Pst, I WANT AN ARCHIE-BEAST. Grawr. -Nuuoa Eclaire