Raguna was wondering throught the village of Kardia. The weather was a bright, sunny day. He'd smile, weather was always good on days like this, when a festival was going, especially on the Spring Festival. This was the one time of in this month of year the ladies of the village were excited. They would receive tons of cookies from the guys that were interested in them. Every year it was the same for him though, he had never baked a single cookie for any of the bachelorettes for this day. He had the recipe and was a fairly good cook, but he had his reasons for doing so. Despite that, it didn't seem to bother the girls, though. For some reason, unknown to him, all the girls, except for Mist, most recently, would give him chocolate as presents for the Winter Festival. Mist was the only one he trusted with his secret.
Raguna stopped walking once he reached the park. There were were a few others there, but they seemed invisible to him. He was filled with all these thoughts. He would take in a deep breath and let out a soft a sigh. Everything was so much more calming here. A slight tap on his shoulder would snap him out of his partial comfort and make him jump a little. He glanced around quickly, he then noticed Felicity, a smile would be present on her face. A small, weak smile appeared on his face.
Felicity was a kind, young lady, and the mayor's daughter. Raguna's first year here, he had cured her from the illness that had plagued her. It was simple, really. He had taken the stone that Ceci had given her and turned it over to Edward. Since then, she looked so bright, so vibrant, so full of life.
Normally, she would be found infront of her house on the Spring Festival, but she must have decided to seek him out personally. What did she expect anyway, she should know that he had no cookies for her or anyone, for that matter. Felicity then said the same thing she said every year, "Do you have a special girl to give some cookies to?" His smile grew grim at that question, did she really expect such a thing from him? What would make this year any different from all the others? Why he even bothered to leave his house on this festival was a mystery to even him. "Uh... no..." would be Raguna's hesitantly mumbled answer.
She wouldn't know, so... he shouldn't be worried, besides she'd probably just dismiss it as him being too busy. That thought was the only thing keeping him calm. "well, you shouldn't over-work yourself, you have to keep yourself in good health for the upcoming festivals, like the Egg Show and the Cook-off," she'd say, keeping the bright smile on her face. It was creeping him out a bit, and she was starting to sound like Lara, telling him to be careful, take breaks, whatever. It wasn't like he wasn't grateful and all fro being able to be accepted in this village so easily, but the girls started to sound a tad pushy, in his opinion, anyway. "Um... yeah... I'll be sure to take good care of myself," Raguna replied after a while, hoping that this conversation was over, then thought to himself, "Coming from the girl that kept a cursed stone, that means a lot, I should really consider this." He wasn't entirely sure with himself on whether that thought was meant to be sarcasm or he should really put it to heart, it just seemed to pop up, out of nowhere. It was extremely random, and because of that, he wasn't sure what to make of it.
Either way, he'd let out a sigh, he wasn't always so cross, but every year, he grew more neverous about his secret being leaked and... The village. What would they say? What would they think? Could he really be a part of them if they knew the truth?
Felicity's smile quickly turned to a frown. She couldn't help, but feel like it was all her fault that Raguna seemed so down. She'd pat him on the shoulder. He was pulled out of his thoughts. I'll see you later!" she shouted, as she sprinted off to her house again. Maybe he should bake cookies, to make things seem normal. It was just... how could he give presents to a girl or girls he had no interest in? This was sure turning into a great big heap of mess for him. He was confused and so unsure of what to do. He ran his fingers through his hair, it was so vexing. He decided that even if he had no feelings for any of the females here, h would still be courtious enough to give at least one cookie to each one of the girls. He marched back to his house with a new found confidence, he at the very least owed them some apprication for being so kind.
As he reached his house, he noticed Lynette roaming around on his farm. Strange, on Festivals, she never came out of Mist's house, something about not liking the loud noise. So... what exactly was she doing...? Was she... looking for something? Perhaps she lost something? He figured she would probably be gone when he came back out, so it wasn most likely just nothing. Raguna entered his house, he slowly made his way to the kitchen. There wasn't any rush, besides, it ws good to keep others in suspense. He flipped a few pages in his oven cookbook, he viewed over the ingredients needed before heading toward his fridge. He would stack the ingredients in his free arm, then used both to hold on to the items, and started closing the fridge with one of his feet. He then carried everything to the free space of a counter. He placed it down, then up in the cabinets for a big, clean bowl for the mixing. He reached up and grabbed one and placed it next to the items.
Raguna began to dig through the drawers for a spoon, when he cound one, he threw it into the bowl, without much thought, and looked over the recipe again. He memorized every detail as he opened the bags of flour, dumping them all in. He was about to put the butter in, then he realized he didn't take the spoon out of the bowl, he went rummaging through flour in the bowl. The end result was lots of patches of white everywhere. On the counter, on his clothes, on the floor, his hands, hice face, it was just everywhere. If someone else were there, they'd probably mistake him for a ghost, a patchy ghost, but still a ghost. At least the soon was in his hand, so it wasn't that bad. He would just have to cleam up before he left, lest he desired to make a fool of himself. He'd need more flour now, though. He lazily walked over to the fridge again, running a floury hand through his flour patched hair.
This was seeming to become a hassle. Honestly, if he were actually interested, he probably wouldn't have been so absent-minded when doing this. He opened the fridge door, making the handle cover in flour prints. He took some more bags out, carrying them back to the counter, and closing the the door with his foot, once more, making a flour shoe print on the bottom of the door. He went back to counter. This time being extra careful. He didn't need any more messes to clean up today.
After a couple of hours, a cleaner kitchen and himself, and a ding from his oven later, he'd bag up the cookies. As he reached one, he burnt his hand slightly. He blew on his hand lightly. They were extremely hot. He sighed, what was he doing? He couldn't believe he was actually going to go through with this. The negativeness seemed to melt away as he smelt the freshly baked cookies. He always had a soft spot for sugar. He was almost tempted to eat one of them, but that'd be mean, since he had only made enough for the girls... and Ceci. That little girl always seemed to brighten the mood with her smile, she definitely deserved some thanks. Besides, it might actually encourage Nicholas to give her some, since in the previous years, he had admitted that he was too embarrassed to.
After everything was ready, he left his house. Just as he had predicted, Lynette was nowhere in sight. He shrugged it off and headed to the village. He put on a smile and handed out cookies. Things seemed to be going smoothly. He was handing the last of his cookies out to Bianca and Tabatha, it didn't seem quiet in the park anymore. What was going on...? He could make out faint murmurings. That's when things seemed to take a turn to a dark atmosphere. Then it was as if he was being crowded, but he couldn't make out the faces of anyone... he was sure it was the villagers, though, because it definitely sounded like them. What was happening? Suddenly, he could see Godwin's face. His face was grim, almost demonic. "You're really--" Godwin would say. Raguna was confused, part of it seemed to be blocked out, he was what? Then it hit him, his secret... that was what he was. The villagers seemed to chant what Godwin had said. Raguna had to cover his ears to try and block it all out, but it didn't seem to help. "No... I... it's not like that! I'm--" he yelled.
Raguna sat up in his bed, drenched in sweat. That dream... that nightmare, it always seemed reoccur, just to mock him, to make him realize that maybe he wasn't better suited to live here. He sighed deeply, holding a his head with one of his hands, then reluctantly went back to his unpleasant slumber.
Okay, so it's my first story. Comment please! Oh, and try to keep it constructive, 'kays? Thanks. :D
