I don't own Howls Moving Castle. BUT I do own all my OC's and this Edo plushie!! glomps so yeah this is to help me just write a bit it was randomly thought up one day as I was watching the movie. I LOVE the movie it's amazing. The book is quite interesting though go check it out. So yeah here it begins! Calcifer's story
"Calcifer!" An apprehensive voice shot down from the balcony. You cursed under you breath, ducking into the nearest villa on the side of the street. The alarm sounded, pounding in your ears. Another air raid, this was the third one this week. The family of the house you happened to duck into was huddle in the corner making there way down to the basement. With a blur of fiery red hair you jumped down into the basement and fastened the latch on the wooden door. The cold air was still with anxiousness and silent. You could hear the mice running on the upper floor. The sound of the slow and steady rhythm of the dripping water in the far corner of the cramped room caught your ear as you sat on the cold concrete floor. For the first time since you had barged in this family's house they looked at you. They scrutinized you from your bold red hair, your defined muscles, your dirty off-white smock that you always told yourself you needed to clean, to your ragged, scratch brown pants. The daughter of the two elders locked onto your dim gold eyes. Her sea blue ones entranced with the patterns around your iris. The moment was broken by the man of the house, clearing his throat preparing to say something.
"Sophie dear," the man said in his deep luring tone addressing his daughter, "could you please light some more candles"
"Of course." The girl said. Her voice was high pitched and frightened. You glanced at her as she bustled around the room. There was no argument that this girl was very attractive. Her black hair barely grazed her waist accenting her small figure. You looked up at her mother. You looked upon face of a worn woman who did heavy work about the house. There was a striking resemblance between her and her daughter. Except for the eyes, her most prominent feature. The sea blue that was often covered by raven black hair and yet it still shone out. The same blue eyes of her father locked onto yours. His steely gaze piercing a hole through your forehead.
"Cal," he said in his intent tone, "why have you run away again? Can you not at least tell your mother where you are? Or where you're going? You probably have her worried sick."
You snorted, you knew your mother didn't worry about you all she wanted was your ability to perform the most complex spells, that's all she had ever wanted that's all she'd ever want. Your mother, Elyisa, owned a small apothecary and spell store in the small town you lived in. Magic had always been very strong in her line, but never as strong as the potential you possessed. She always pushed you as a child, making you work harder and harder. Never receiving the love a child seeks from their mothers, you didn't understand love anyway; it wasn't anything important to you. Your gold eyes attentive gaze at your feet must have caused some doubt in the man, for he had moved over to sit next to you.
"Listen Cal," he said putting an arm around your shoulder, squeezing it, "it'll all work out for the best, I know Elyisa has worked you hard, ever since you were a child you've been worked, but believe me its all for the best. She just wants you to have a bright future."
You looked fircely into his eyes, "even if it's not what I want? How is that fair Briar? What if I want to grow up and join the forces? Or work as a… a… I don't know! But hell with it! It's not what I want." Briar patted your shoulder and rose to stand with his wife and daughter who were crowded around a candle. The dancing light was the only thing in the room that you knew felt how you did.
