Ok, I would like reviews please, as-NO! YUKI! I'M NOT EDIBLE! Cari, make her stop!-Yuki's getting violent tendencies towards me...Oh, a quick heads-up, I'm almost done with the first chapter of another fic called Festival Day, which begins during the Midwinter after Yuki chooses Cari, so the characters in that story will also be in here.
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-Oh, YU-ki! –
Great. –Yes, Zafia?- I inquire, turning towards the sound of the voice.
-Yuki, I have a weird buzzing sensation in the top of my skull!-
Oh dear gods. This child is an idiot. A sweet idiot, but an idiot nonetheless.
-It's your Call.-
-Really?-
I can only put up with so much of Zafi at a time. Or anyone, for that matter.
-YES! It means you have to go on Search!-
-So I'm going to go to Choose?-
-No, you're going out to look for fruit. What OTHER kind of call is there?-
-Oh! Do I get to dress up in the pretty saddle?-
I love Zafi. Really. Well, I mostly do. But she is honestly the stupidest Companion there has ever been. Or will ever be.
-Yes, Zafi, you get to dress up in the pretty saddle. Now GO.- Her Herald will probably be as scatterbrained as her. Whoever it is, they're giving me a headache already. Although it may be due in part to the heat. Cursed weather. I don't understand the reason for summer at all, I really don't.
-Gee, thanks, Aunt Yuki!-
-Zafia.-
-What?-
-Remember that little talk we had about calling me Aunt Yuki? The one I had with all of you children a couple months ago? The one where I reminded you that if you call me Aunt Yuki, you end up getting kicked in the side?-
-Oh. THAT talk. Well, I guess I'll just go get my fancy saddle on!- She sidled uneasily away from me-well out of the range of my hooves, I couldn't help but notice regretfully.
Oh, I should probably introduce myself. I'm Companion Yuki, fifteen years old and unChosen, praise the gods. I get along fine with out some idiot Herald messing about in my brain, thank you very much. The younglings seem to regard me as a crotchety old auntie. They started calling me 'Aunt Yuki' a couple months back, and I had to set them straight. Forcibly. I've got a reputation among the Heralds as the grumpiest Companion probably to ever walk the Earth, and I'm sure that all of them are glad that their Companion's chose them, instead of me. For example, I saw that trainee, Zurin, looking at me funny the other day…
Well, that's enough personal history. Let's get back to the story.
Anyways. Zafia was gone, but the headache still persisted. I've always found that an excellent cure is to go dunk your head in the stream, so that is what I did.
Raising my sodden head, I shook a few tendrils of dripping mane out of my eyes, snapped at a few laughing foals, and ate some grass. Yet my headache was, if anything, worse. In fact, it was like a swarm of bees buzzing-
Oh no.
No way was I going out on Search at the same time as that idiot Zafia! No way. At all. In fact, I didn't want to go on Search at all. I just wouldn't go at all!
Which is why I promptly found myself trotting along the road out of Haven five minutes later.
Well, at least I escaped without the saddle. Way back when I still wanted to go on Search, I had sworn that I would never wear that saddle. Now, I wouldn't feel like a prettily packaged food parcel.
With this comforting thought in mind, I picked up my pace.
The Call wasn't coming from far away-just outside Haven, in fact. I would be able to get back this day!
Almost galloping now, I flew past trees and bushes. So, maybe my call was taking me a little longer than I thought…but my Chosen wasn't far at all now-I could feel it!
I blew into a small village, nearly squashing some chickens. Stupid birds. They got in between me and my Chosen. Where were they, anyways?
I trotted along, trying to not break into a gallop again, as I might kill people, and we're usually discouraged from doing that. Even if we're on Search. Unfortunately. There were probably some people I'd love to have in front of me while I was on Search…
Anyways.
The villagers were staring at me, whispering and nudging one another. I could see the hope on all of their faces; each hoping it would be them.
Sorry. Not. No, I'm not a nice Companion.
I took a sudden turn onto a street that led out onto-
A deer path.
Well, if my chosen was along this road, so be it. Why she-yes, I could tell it was a she-would want to be along this road, I have no idea. Enclosed spaces are never good. You can't bite people easily at all when you're in an enclosed space. I trotted along, feeling that I was getting closer. As I neared a bend in the road, I heard a voice growl something. It sounded like a threat.
Interesting. Unless it involved my Chosen, in which case, DIE! If it was my Chosen uttering the threat, we would get along perfectly. Threats are useful things.
I rounded the bend to find that this section had been widened. Two young men-blacksmith apprentices by the size of them-were standing over something in the road. A small, frightened thing.
My Chosen.
"So, ye think ye're pretty smart, eh?" growled one of them.
"Well, we've found the secret, young lady! Ye might've fooled the whole village wi' yer pretty face, but not us! We know the truth-that ye be-"
He got no further, as his partner had slid a knife from the sheath and poised it over the girl in the road. This had, obviously, caused me to lose complete control of myself, as all other rational, more reasonable thought was obscured by one thing.
-PROTECT CHOSEN!-
I flew at the man with the knife, knocking him over. Mindful of the girl in the road, I head-butted the other fellow in the chest. He scrambled away, a look of utter terror on his face. His partner was nowhere to be seen.
I slowly walked over to the girl, who was staring at me with a look of wide-eyed-something. Adoration? Fear? What?
She was small, with dark golden-brown hair. Violet eyes. Pale skin. Slightly odd looking features.
Mine.
I had always thought that the traditional thing to say while choosing was far too corny, but now I understood why we used them-they were right.
-My name is Yuki…and I Choose you. Cari Aflamina, I Choose you. You are my Chosen, and I love you. And I will never leave you.-
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Aww…we all knew that Yuki had a soft side to her! I will continue with this story, never fear-I just need to finish up some other things to I can work on chapter two. Now, if you've read this far, please click the pretty button next to the words 'Leave a review' and leave a LITERATE review. Literate meaning, using at least mostly correct grammar, spelling, and punctuation. Or at least no chat speak. Heck, let's go with the only requirement being, no chat speak in reviews. And feel free to read my other fanfics, and leave reviews there!