NAA: Too... Many... Plot bunnies...
Rena: What's this one~?
Elsword: I'm betting on something stupid.
NAA: SHADDUP! Well, basically, I wanted to make an ElesisxAren/Ran fic, but didn't really feel like making it long like all my other fics. Instead, I'm gonna make a series of short stories, called... Drumroll, please.
Aisha: We don't have a snare.
NAA: Thanks for the support(can you hear the sarcasm). Anywho, called the...: Refrigerator Prophecies! They'll most likely all be romance about my personal favorite pairings(which are very typical, yes). And will most likely be based off of Vocaloid songs.
Eve: What an odd title. I did not realize your, what humans call: 'imagination' had the capacity to think of such a thing.
NAA: Hah. Hah. Hah. (once again: sarcasm.)
Ara: I think it's a wonderful idea, NAA-San- er, -Sama.
Elesis: NAA does not own the game Elsword, or the song The Wolf Who Fell In Love With Little Red Riding Hood.
Hello. How are you? And welcome.
Anyways, let's get straight to the point.
You know how when you were a kid, a little one, you know? And you would doodle, or scribble, or rub all the wax in a crayon all over some white sheet of paper. When you finished, you would rush to your mother, excitedly pointing at one specific blue mark.
She would praise you, so very happy that her little child had such creative ingenuity. She would gently lift your fingers from the limp paper. Her foot falls would lead into the kitchen. On the counter would sit a magnet.
She would take hold of the magnet, and gently place it over the now completely colored sheet. It would then hang on the sparkling white, silver, or maybe even black refrigerator.
You know?
Well let me tell you a story. When one such as yourself, your neighbor, your sibling, me, or even someone halfway across the world, has real, pure creativity. Just as any young child would.
Well every once in awhile, you will see a, although sometimes poorly drawn, picture of something you'd never expect.
When a tree's trunk is blue, and it's leaves are pink.
Prince Charming falling in love with Cinderella's step-sister.
Perhaps even The Wolf Who Fell In Love With Little Red Riding Hood.
But whether it's different, it's still on that fridge.
Now I'll let you in on a little secret. When these little oddities in life are pinned to that refrigerator, they become realities of the future. They become Prophecies.
Welcome to the Refrigerator Prophecies.
Refrigerator Prophecies: Act 1
The Wolf Who Fell In Love With Little Red Riding Hood.
Part One:
Little Known Fact...
The wolf never did eat Little Red Riding Hood.
He fell in love with her.
But who would love someone with such a long snout? Or sharply honed claws? Or teeth so long, when he bit an apple, they went right through to the other end.
He hadn't always been a wolf. In fact, he used to be a normal human being. A genius, too. However, the village he originally lived in did not accept this. He researched into the dark arts.
Magic of destruction: The Devil's Work. Or so they said. Something so terrible, they deemed it evil. So evil that the only way of punishment would obviously be to banish The Wolf with the magic he practiced in..
However, instead of death, The Wold had managed to divert the spell. However, in exchange, he took on his current grotesque form.
Fine ebon hair grew to cover his entire body, which had also grown a good foot and a half taller, sinewy, even. His nose elongated, and grew the ferociously sharp fangs. His fingernails also grew, and yellowed, until they looked old, disgusting. His toenails to a similar effect.
His irises altered, their golden gleam darkening to the color of sunset, and thus: a scarlet. Even his ears were affected. They grew, too, becoming larger, and floppy.
His altered appearance caused the Villagers to believe him to be even more corrupt. He was banished, not that they could force him away. They marked his disappearance as their banning him.
From that day on, the villagers would occasionally spy him. A child glancing to see a flashing shadow. One of the women out picking apples from nearby trees, only to see most of them gone. But only glimpses, nothing substantial.
He became a phantom,
and given the name
Ran.
Now Little Red Riding Hood was a bit different than the sweet, little girl taking dinner to Grandma's as we all know. No, she was actually a Swordsman. Or rather, Swords-woman.
By far the most skilled in the entire land. She was rivaled by none. However, that was a hidden identity. On the 'outside', she was Little Red Riding Hood. On the 'inside', she was the Color of Blood.
And there was no Granny to bring an Apple Pie to. No, instead, she had a young brother. A brother who needed training, and nurturing. At the same time. No matter how hard our Little Red Riding hood tried, she couldn't provide.
And when Color of Blood was called away, she had to leave that little boy.
Her heart was broken.
Snapped in two.
When two paths cross.
That is where this story begins...
A path in the woods, that's all it was.
So why did it feel so different? As if she were walking through the Twilight-Zone, or an alternate dimension. A Parallel World. She didn't like it. It made her uneasy.
The hair on the back of her neck prickled up, her spine vibrated with shivering. Was there a threat nearby? Someone was watching her, that was for sure. But who?
A grunt. Just a guttural noise, really. Something quick, and deep. Deep eyes stared through the shadows, deep and dark. 'Little Red Riding Hood' was definitely astounded.
Red. Ruby, really. Just like hers. And with that, they disappeared. Strange. And so, Little Red Riding Hood continued on, temporarily ignoring her curiosity; the sense that something was going to happen. Something that would make an impact.
How odd.
Red. Why always that color? The Color of Blood. Something that always had disgusted the Wolf. So why did that color follow him everywhere he went? First fire, red, red flames. They had licked, and broken all of his precious research until it had been nothing but dust.
A pile of darkened ash.
It had taken years to generate that much information on the Dark Arts. Then those apples. Those accursed apples. So red, it made his head hurt. They had tasted horrible, and brought back incomprehensible memories.
And now a women with scarlet hair, and similar eyes. Just like his own. His d*mned eyes. So he just his, and watched. observed. He let loose a growl, but cut it off before it reached completion. She had stopped, shifting her head a bit to look him in the eyes.
He flinched, but couldn't look away. Those eyes felt different. They weren't full of hatred, or terror. They held confusion, maybe. Or perhaps curiosity. But only perhaps.
Only perhaps.
"A Wolf?" She asked, raising eyebrows to show understanding.
"Yes, he had been terrorizing our little village for years. Destroying crops, and houses. He wants revenge." Incomprehensible, that last sentence was. Revenge? Is that what the Village Elder had said?
"You want me to... Exterminate it?" She expanded, glancing around at her surroundings. A warm room full of shelves chocked with little trinkets, and nick-nacks. The floor held a thick carpet, it's woven strands smooshed beneath her boot.
"Y-Yes. Please, I beg of you." Her eyebrows rose again, not in understanding, though. The Elder's hair was white and scraggly, decreased immensely from it's original fullness. Hopefully.
"Alright then, I'll start tracking tomorrow. For tonight, however, I will need a place of bedding, and supplies." She finished her quick statement; blunt.
"Oh thank you! Thank you so much!" The Elder cried, tears of happiness(presumably) welling at the corners of his slanted eyes.
Slanted eyes.
NAA: Not bad, for a prologue sort of thing.
Elesis: Wh-what is this?! The hell?!
Elsword: So this is where you were for all those years? Running of on some adventure with a Wolf?!
NAA: SHHH! NO SPOILING!
Aisha: Shoulda put a Spoil Alert!
Rena: Have a nice day, or night everybody~!
Toodle-loodles,
~Not-Alone-Anymore