A/N: Greetings from your friendly neighborhood bass/soprano singer!
This came to me today while watching the fire act on Youtube. If you notice, when the fire dude runs up towards them, the Black Singer steps slightly in front of the White Singer, like she's protecting her.
So, the Musings/Life and Times of the Black Singer is here!
Disclaimer: Let's think...if this place was filled with people owning what they wrote for, we would have oodles of novels, all stacked on top of each other in bookstores because there wasn't enough room. I don't see any book like this anywhere. Therefore, I do not own it.
Contrary to popular belief, I do not have evil intentions, in fact, I mean the best, but my outlook isn't so positive. Many people believe I am evil and will do my sister harm, but nothing could be more false. I love my sister with all my heart. The only reason there is this perception of me is because of the fact of who my sister and I are.
I am the Black Singer. I am here to set the record straight. Once and for all.
My sister and I were created by the Quidam. Not born, but created. We are like the creatures of his realm. We communicate to each other with thoughts and emotions, not words. I was created first. I remember the Quidam helping me to walk, and I remember my joy at getting the black dress I wear even now.
Target was my companion in the early days, but John always took me back to my creator. If he didn't, I would have likely played all day. In one such day I remember John led me back home, telling me that the Quidam had a surprise for me.
Upon reaching my creator, I met my sister. All in white, long curly white hair, with wide blue eyes. I immediately loved my little sister.
After that, I never much played with Target, but he didn't mind, he just simply would come and join us some days. He would always express happiness when playing with us, and sadness when we had to stop, but he and I would exchange thoughts. I apologized for not playing with him, but he always told me that now that it was alright, and that now that I had a sister, I had to look out for her, make sure she is safe.
As a result of those thoughts, I now protect her with my life.
One day, the Quidam told us that now that we had matured, we were going to be sent into the land called Alegria. My sister, sweet as she is, took my hand, asking in thought,
"Will we be separated?"
"No," responded the Quidam. "But you two no longer have indefinite existences. You will have names, you will fulfill a specific role. And you two will epitomes."
"What will our names be?" I asked.
"You, little one, will be named Fala. Your name means 'a crow.' You will also be known as the Black Singer And you, little white one, will be named Papina. Your name means 'ivy.' You will also be known as the White Singer. You two will travel together through the land, reflecting whatever you see with song. It will come to you there. You, Papina, are the epitome of innocence, and you, Fala, are the epitome of protectiveness."
We stood there for a good time longer, learning of the world we were to live in. Sweet Papina was scared of leaving this eternal land of mist, but she put on a brave face, projecting her fears to me.
When we arrived in Alegria, we were hiding beside the Quidam, for it was sunny and warm and bright, unlike our former realm, of mist and slight cool and darkness. His umbrella was up, shielding us all from the light my sister and I were slightly scared would burn us.
We saw some young boys playing in the stream, and my sister and I burst to song. When it was done we looked to our creator. We heard no thoughts nor felt any emotions. This scared us.
Eventually, with gentle gesturing, we gathered that the Quidam wanted us to step into the sunlight. We cautiously put out our hands, and once finding that the light was warming, and not harmful, we began to dance about.
Giggling and laughing and dancing and singing, we never noticed our creator missing. When we realized that the Quidam had returned to his misty world, he stopped our merriment, and held each other. We had been abandoned.
A/N:Yeah, it's short, but basically, I wanted Fala and Papina to get to Alegria in this chapter. This will be worked on when I'm not working on my other stories, but I might end up updating soon.
Anyway, review, flame me if you want to, but then I'll be nice and cozy by the fire drinking hot cocoa, so your choice.
See you later!