D.H. A.N.: Okay, this story is different. It is a prequel of sorts to my chaptered stories I have written so far. I hope you like it. Dedicated to all my reviewers, but especially those of you who have been with me since August of 2007.
A.N. 2: I have a pairing name for Marik & Filiron (my OC), it's Jewelshipping. I checked on the shipper's list and found that no name like that existed. The reason for the name is simple, as I describe the both colors of their eyes with words analogous to precious stones, i.e., amethyst and emerald. Please enjoy the Prologue: A Request So Simple
A Jeweler's Perfect Combination
Prologue: A Request So Simple
"You said you'd tell me eventually. Why not now?" An inquisitive auburn-haired child asked, her eyes begging an answer.
"I said eventually, my dear. That doesn't mean I will tell you now." A platinum blonde haired man sighed softly at the girl.
"Father, you told me that a year ago. Won't you tell me this year?" She pleaded once more, looking a little sullen. "It's the gift I've never gotten. That will be what I ask for every year if you don't tell me now." The girl sighed resolutely, smiling rather sweetly.
Her father hesitated; trying to resist the smile that always seemed to have its way with him. She does it so well, though her mother could execute it so much better. He sighed, feeling an emptiness he always held deeply for the past eight years, now going on nine. But as he looked upon his daughter, he realized that his life wasn't completely empty. But he still missed his bride dearly.
He smiled, for out of every combination of traits that could have been achieved in a child of theirs, she held the most variety. She took mostly after her mother, fair of face, complemented by auburn hair with no curls or natural style to the back, it was just straight, worn without any adornment, and neatly brushed through.
He then remembered the traits she took from him. His amethyst eyes without the icy glaze, and his face in general, complemented by the same auburn locks to the front, only these locks had formed in a pointed fashion made her face almost like a mirror image of his. Not to say that those traits were bad, but they were not as noticed. Marik Ishtar knew he only desired to see the traits of his one companion that he had lost, in his daughter. He rubbed a tan hand through his platinum blonde hair with a sigh of resignation. "Very well, Mheralo. Though oftentimes I doubt who you truly take after most, you're using your mother's expressions now. Perhaps it is a wise choice to tell you now, so that you may decide what I cannot. Have I ever told you what I liked most about your mother was her smile?"
Marik felt his daughter's hands push themselves into his own. "Yes, you've told me that on numerous occasions, Father. But you're still avoiding the main idea of my request. I… want to know about how you met, fell in love, and found that she was the one chosen to be yours forever." Mhera sighed softly, "I know how you lost her, so for your sake, do not put yourself through that pain again. Perhaps I am only making this more painful than it need be. I can see that, from the way you have described her in the past, I take heavily after her, thus reminding you of her everyday." Mhera hung her head in sorrow.
Marik sighed, holding his daughter possessively by the shoulders. "No, my Mheralo. It is not your doing. You are nothing of reminisce to me, only the result of a jeweler's perfect combination." He sighed, "A combination I wouldn't have changed for the world." He breathed, stroking Mhera's hair softly. "Now," Marik's eyes shone brightly, "Where do I start?" He held Mhera warmly, beginning his tale.
DH: I hope this is good. I hope to have the next Chapter of this up by Monday, earlier if I get lucky. Next Chapter: Meet the man that became the father he never expected to be, and see how one of the jeweler's pieces become drawn to an unintended romance, in Chapter One: Amethyst. Please review.