Hey guys! This is a new story I'm working on, using my OC. I wrote this when I was bored and had a sprain so I'll hopefully update soon.
Scarred
Chapter 1: The Loss
Everyone was dressed in black. Almost everything was black, except for a coffin. It was pure white with gold traces.
"D-Dad!" a little girl cried. She had black hair that was tied up in a ponytail and was dressed in black jeans, a black t-shirt and black sneakers.
"Honey I know it-it's h-hard" her mother stuttered as she hugged her child. She was clad in a black flowy dress with a black veil on her head. She soothed her child with gentle words as tears streamed down her face, too.
Today was the funeral of a loved father and husband. He was shot down by the criminals he was chasing and didn't stop until he caught them, but it was too late when he reached the hospital. He lost too much blood. And now here he was, in a coffin with people crying over his death.
People greeted and apologized to the two for the whole day until the time came that they had to bury his coffin. For the little girl, this was the most tiring day she's ever had. This was the first time she cried that much and the first time people wouldn't stop apologizing. Her mother, too, wouldn't stop crying for once.
"M-mom can we g-go home?" she asked in a shaky voice, tugging on her mother's dress.
"S-sure dear. B-but let me give you s-something f-first" she took her daughter's hand and let her behind their car.
"Alice, this is my most precious thing. Your father gave it to me when he proposed" she brought out a beautiful sword made of silver. It had emeralds on its hilt and intricate carvings on the blade, almost like it was spelling something out.
"M-mom? Why are you showing me this?" the young girl asked modestly, looking her mother in the eye.
"I-I want you to have it. You are a requip mage, use weapons to protect yourself. Don't hide behind armor and lies and always fight on and fly" her mother answered, handing the silver sword to her daughter.
"But I don't know how to use it" she reasoned, pushing the hilt to the older.
"I'll teach you. First draw out your power and imagine that there is a large pouch in front of you" she instructed.
The 10 year-old girl drew out her power and grabbed the sword as magic circles appeared. And without instruction, she put it in and the circles disappeared, amazing her mother.
"Alice-sweetie you can do it! We'll start practice tomorrow" the older woman said excitedly, almost forgetting the loss of her husband.
For four years they have been practicing together! Alice was able to win their spars for more than 20 times and her mother gave her twin daggers for her birthday, which she used to practice everyday.
Alice also grew a lot. She wasn't as weak as before and stood up tall, not to mention her chest and hight growth.