Hey! First of all, I don't own Chrono Trigger, its characters, blah
de blah blah. I do own Marissa, Tsunami, Jelena, and the plot.
WARNING: Some may find a certain belief system in here offensive. If that's the case, don't read it. You can flame me if you want. I'll even put it up. I find flames amusing. But I truly think that anyone who is willing to listen won't find it offensive. Anyway, enjoy Colors of the Rainbow.
"Very good, Elsa!" I cheered as the blonde nine-year-old sent the softball soaring above everyone's heads. I watched her slide to third base and frowned.
"You know perfectly well you're not to do that, you know!" Elsa shot me a sheepish smile as she stood up, her pale blue jeans and pink daisy shirt covered in green grass stains.
"Sorry Ms. B!" she said automatically, her voice edged with impishness. I chuckled.
"Alright Sam, you're up!" I called. A short, chubby boy stepped up to the carpet sample that was used as a base. I threw him a soft pitch, and with a crack of the bat, he set out running to first base. He groaned as another boy, Robin, caught his ball easily, and Sam tore back to home, trying not to get an out for his team. I chuckled again and glanced at my watch.
"Okay kids! Pick up, and we'll head back to class." My students complained and grumbled, but complied.
I shivered a bit as I entered the air-conditioned classroom. I was still getting used to the over-use of the technology here, even after seven years. The natural heat of the warmer seasons was something I preferred. I had grown up without such luxuries.
So, guys," I said, clapping my hands together. "Time for a bit of history." I paused. "So who here knows their Greek mythology?"
Nobody answered, but they were all watching me intently. I continued, unfazed. "The king of the gods was Zeus. He tended to.... get close with other women, if you know what I'm saying." There were chuckles. "And that's pretty ironic, seeing as his wife, Hera, was the goddess of marriage. Zeus's brothers were Poseidon and Hades. Poseidon was the god of water and horses. He could be extremely cruel and unfair. Hades was the king of the underworld, where souls went after death. He wasn't the god of death, like some thought he was. He just kept control of where they lived. Oh, and he was the god of wealth. Hermes was one of the only gods who could pass through the underworld, and so guided the souls to the underworld." I paused again. "Ah. Hermes is definitely one of my favorite gods. He was very witty, and he liked humans. He was the messenger of the gods, god of speed, writing, livestock, travelers, and roads." I opened my mouth to continue, but the bell rang, signaling the end of the school day. The children scrambled out of the room before I could even wish them a good day. I sighed, and began cleaning up after them.
Most people would consider me blessed. I had a nice house, a boyfriend who cared about me, and twenty-three children. I laughed with them, cried with them, and made them wiser. I taught them openness, taught them inner strength, taught them tolerance. I got to see these children mature over a year, got to see them absorbing what I taught them. Then the end of the year came, they left me, I cried a bit, but a new group came, their eyes bright and willing to learn.
But I still had a secret life. Students wondered why a couple times a month I would come in with dark rings around my eyes. They would ask what was wrong and I would make up feeble excuses. They didn't realize I was spell casting.
Every new moon and full moon I did rituals at midnight; to honor my goddess. The Lady and Lord filled my life with so much warmth. They filled the emptiness in my life. They taught me to see the inner beauty in others. They taught me the rule of life. Harm none. They taught me that divine force was everywhere, and we only had to learn to channel it. Spells.
It took me a year and a day to learn enough, learn about the great Lady and the Lord. My closest friend, Tsunami, initiated me into the Craft, but left her coven soon after, feeling she preferred to work alone. Almost alone. We worked together.
Tsunami Inaroshi is a mellow girl. We met when we were seven, and Tsu told me of her religion at nine. At twelve, I underwent the training required, and at thirteen, became officially Wiccan. She was extremely supportive. She's always like that. The support that holds up the building. The shoulder to cry on.
Tsunami has an adopted daughter, Marissa, who balances out her mother with her hyper-ness. She's truly an old soul, filled with wisdom one can't acquire in just one lifetime. She's a bit of a cynic at times, always one to point out the irony, but still very cheerful.
I was snapped out of my thoughts by, in fact, Marissa herself. She grinned at me.
"Hey, Aunt Len. Mom wanted me to invite you for dinner tonight." She sat on a desk; her silvery-blonde locks falling into her face. She tossed them back. "D'ya wanna come?"
"Sure," I answered. "Haven't seen your mother in a couple days. Tell her I'll be over at.... what time?" She shrugged, that always-casual-I-don't- give-a-shit look about her.
"Five, probably." She paused. "Can you tell me a good place to get a nice cauldron? I can't find any." I grinned.
"You wanna know a secret, 'Ris?"
"Yeah!"
"A big one?"
"Yeah!"
"Your mother's cauldron is actually a fancy office-sized trash can." Marissa stared at me for a second, then burst out laughing.
"A trash can? A trash can?" she kept repeating. I rolled my eyes as I ushered her out the door.
"Yes, Marissa, a trash can. Bye now, I have work to do." She didn't resist, and I shut the door behind her. I returned to my cleaning, a large pile of blue glitter.
"You know what?" I muttered to myself. "I'll let the janitor get it for once." With that, I picked up my purse and walked out the door.
"Jelena!" My sworn sister greeted me with a smile. I smiled back.
"Hello, Tsu. Listen, I've been thinking about aura-reading lately," I started as we walked inside. My new white sneakers made little squeaky noises on her hardwood floor. She nodded, amusement tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Do you think we should teach 'Ris how?"
"Teach me what?" my niece asked, appearing out of nowhere. I jumped slightly. The fourteen-year old walked very softly, and you had to strain to hear her most of the time. "What?"
I looked to her mother for guidance. She looked back at me with something equivalent to a shrug in her eyes.
"We're going to teach you to start reading auras tonight, Marissa," Tsu answered. The green-eyed girl squealed in excitement.
"No way!" Tsu flipped her black hair over her shoulder.
"You're experienced enough in the way of the Craft, I should think." Marissa smiled at her mother's compliment.
"Can we skip dinner and go straight to aura reading?" she joked. Tsunami shrugged.
"It's fine with me, if it's fine with Len." I nodded.
"Of course. It's better then Tsu's cooking," I said, dodging a swat aimed at my head. "You know I'm kidding."
We proceeded to gather supplies. Sandalwood incense, two white taper candles, salt for the Lord, water for the Lady, a wooden pentacle. We set these all on a small table in the middle of the living room.
"You know," I mused aloud, fingering the worn wooden thing. "It's funny that people believe these to be evil." I paused. "It represents good. Air, water, fire, earth, and spirit."
"And spirit is at the top," Marissa pointed out. "The representation of all good. People mistake these for inverted pentagrams, the symbol of their Satan." Tsu smiled at her adopted daughter, pleased.
"Very good, sweetie," she said in a motherly fashion. "You've been doing your work." Marissa rolled her eyes, as though annoyed, but couldn't stop the pleased smile that came.
I lit the candles and the incense, and plopped down in front of our completed altar. Marissa sat down next to me a bit more daintily, and Tsu sighed for some reason as she sat.
"Take a quick cleansing first, 'Ris," I instructed. She shut her eyes obediently, and I could feel the serene, unexplainable happiness wash over her like water, as all her stress was thrown away.
She opened her forest-green eyes, centered and focused on her goal.
"Now just look at your hand. Sort of look for outlines from it. It could be in your mind's eye, or it could be in a physical sense."
"But don't stare at it. Just sorta gaze at it," I added. She nodded, and laid her hand on the altar. I felt her completely absorbed in this. I flipped on a sort of switch in my mind, and saw her aura. It was full of pale blues, bright greens, and cheery yellows. But there was the smallest sliver of black. She was hiding something.
"Oh shit, Tsunami," I whispered to her. "Look at her aura!"
"I know!" She paused. "Do you think we should confront her about it?"
"No," I decided. "It's just a little secret. If it gets bigger, then yes. But she is entitled to a few secrets." Tsu nodded, though she didn't look completely convinced.
"I see something!" Marissa gasped. "I really see something."
"And?" Tsu asked. "What do you see?"
"It's sorta like an off-yellow light," she answered. I grinned.
"There's other colors too. But for starters, you're likely only to see one, light color." She nodded. "Try the pentagram."
"The pentagram?" she asked. "Why?"
"Everything has an aura, excluding space itself," Tsu answered. She nodded.
I tossed in my bed again. Who the hell kept bugging me?
I shut my eyes, and images flashed through my mind. A scythe.
Glasses.
A bandana.
A pendant.
A medal.
Wires.
Animal skins.
An egg.
I opened my eyes again. "Damn it all!"
You like? I know it's kind of cliché. But really, I think I've added a nice aspect to it. Can you figure out what all the images stand for? First one who guesses gets...... a magical smoothie!
Still, no sign of the CT characters yet. There should be soon. Maybe.
Enough of my insane ramblings. Please, leave me a review. Please?
WARNING: Some may find a certain belief system in here offensive. If that's the case, don't read it. You can flame me if you want. I'll even put it up. I find flames amusing. But I truly think that anyone who is willing to listen won't find it offensive. Anyway, enjoy Colors of the Rainbow.
"Very good, Elsa!" I cheered as the blonde nine-year-old sent the softball soaring above everyone's heads. I watched her slide to third base and frowned.
"You know perfectly well you're not to do that, you know!" Elsa shot me a sheepish smile as she stood up, her pale blue jeans and pink daisy shirt covered in green grass stains.
"Sorry Ms. B!" she said automatically, her voice edged with impishness. I chuckled.
"Alright Sam, you're up!" I called. A short, chubby boy stepped up to the carpet sample that was used as a base. I threw him a soft pitch, and with a crack of the bat, he set out running to first base. He groaned as another boy, Robin, caught his ball easily, and Sam tore back to home, trying not to get an out for his team. I chuckled again and glanced at my watch.
"Okay kids! Pick up, and we'll head back to class." My students complained and grumbled, but complied.
I shivered a bit as I entered the air-conditioned classroom. I was still getting used to the over-use of the technology here, even after seven years. The natural heat of the warmer seasons was something I preferred. I had grown up without such luxuries.
So, guys," I said, clapping my hands together. "Time for a bit of history." I paused. "So who here knows their Greek mythology?"
Nobody answered, but they were all watching me intently. I continued, unfazed. "The king of the gods was Zeus. He tended to.... get close with other women, if you know what I'm saying." There were chuckles. "And that's pretty ironic, seeing as his wife, Hera, was the goddess of marriage. Zeus's brothers were Poseidon and Hades. Poseidon was the god of water and horses. He could be extremely cruel and unfair. Hades was the king of the underworld, where souls went after death. He wasn't the god of death, like some thought he was. He just kept control of where they lived. Oh, and he was the god of wealth. Hermes was one of the only gods who could pass through the underworld, and so guided the souls to the underworld." I paused again. "Ah. Hermes is definitely one of my favorite gods. He was very witty, and he liked humans. He was the messenger of the gods, god of speed, writing, livestock, travelers, and roads." I opened my mouth to continue, but the bell rang, signaling the end of the school day. The children scrambled out of the room before I could even wish them a good day. I sighed, and began cleaning up after them.
Most people would consider me blessed. I had a nice house, a boyfriend who cared about me, and twenty-three children. I laughed with them, cried with them, and made them wiser. I taught them openness, taught them inner strength, taught them tolerance. I got to see these children mature over a year, got to see them absorbing what I taught them. Then the end of the year came, they left me, I cried a bit, but a new group came, their eyes bright and willing to learn.
But I still had a secret life. Students wondered why a couple times a month I would come in with dark rings around my eyes. They would ask what was wrong and I would make up feeble excuses. They didn't realize I was spell casting.
Every new moon and full moon I did rituals at midnight; to honor my goddess. The Lady and Lord filled my life with so much warmth. They filled the emptiness in my life. They taught me to see the inner beauty in others. They taught me the rule of life. Harm none. They taught me that divine force was everywhere, and we only had to learn to channel it. Spells.
It took me a year and a day to learn enough, learn about the great Lady and the Lord. My closest friend, Tsunami, initiated me into the Craft, but left her coven soon after, feeling she preferred to work alone. Almost alone. We worked together.
Tsunami Inaroshi is a mellow girl. We met when we were seven, and Tsu told me of her religion at nine. At twelve, I underwent the training required, and at thirteen, became officially Wiccan. She was extremely supportive. She's always like that. The support that holds up the building. The shoulder to cry on.
Tsunami has an adopted daughter, Marissa, who balances out her mother with her hyper-ness. She's truly an old soul, filled with wisdom one can't acquire in just one lifetime. She's a bit of a cynic at times, always one to point out the irony, but still very cheerful.
I was snapped out of my thoughts by, in fact, Marissa herself. She grinned at me.
"Hey, Aunt Len. Mom wanted me to invite you for dinner tonight." She sat on a desk; her silvery-blonde locks falling into her face. She tossed them back. "D'ya wanna come?"
"Sure," I answered. "Haven't seen your mother in a couple days. Tell her I'll be over at.... what time?" She shrugged, that always-casual-I-don't- give-a-shit look about her.
"Five, probably." She paused. "Can you tell me a good place to get a nice cauldron? I can't find any." I grinned.
"You wanna know a secret, 'Ris?"
"Yeah!"
"A big one?"
"Yeah!"
"Your mother's cauldron is actually a fancy office-sized trash can." Marissa stared at me for a second, then burst out laughing.
"A trash can? A trash can?" she kept repeating. I rolled my eyes as I ushered her out the door.
"Yes, Marissa, a trash can. Bye now, I have work to do." She didn't resist, and I shut the door behind her. I returned to my cleaning, a large pile of blue glitter.
"You know what?" I muttered to myself. "I'll let the janitor get it for once." With that, I picked up my purse and walked out the door.
"Jelena!" My sworn sister greeted me with a smile. I smiled back.
"Hello, Tsu. Listen, I've been thinking about aura-reading lately," I started as we walked inside. My new white sneakers made little squeaky noises on her hardwood floor. She nodded, amusement tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Do you think we should teach 'Ris how?"
"Teach me what?" my niece asked, appearing out of nowhere. I jumped slightly. The fourteen-year old walked very softly, and you had to strain to hear her most of the time. "What?"
I looked to her mother for guidance. She looked back at me with something equivalent to a shrug in her eyes.
"We're going to teach you to start reading auras tonight, Marissa," Tsu answered. The green-eyed girl squealed in excitement.
"No way!" Tsu flipped her black hair over her shoulder.
"You're experienced enough in the way of the Craft, I should think." Marissa smiled at her mother's compliment.
"Can we skip dinner and go straight to aura reading?" she joked. Tsunami shrugged.
"It's fine with me, if it's fine with Len." I nodded.
"Of course. It's better then Tsu's cooking," I said, dodging a swat aimed at my head. "You know I'm kidding."
We proceeded to gather supplies. Sandalwood incense, two white taper candles, salt for the Lord, water for the Lady, a wooden pentacle. We set these all on a small table in the middle of the living room.
"You know," I mused aloud, fingering the worn wooden thing. "It's funny that people believe these to be evil." I paused. "It represents good. Air, water, fire, earth, and spirit."
"And spirit is at the top," Marissa pointed out. "The representation of all good. People mistake these for inverted pentagrams, the symbol of their Satan." Tsu smiled at her adopted daughter, pleased.
"Very good, sweetie," she said in a motherly fashion. "You've been doing your work." Marissa rolled her eyes, as though annoyed, but couldn't stop the pleased smile that came.
I lit the candles and the incense, and plopped down in front of our completed altar. Marissa sat down next to me a bit more daintily, and Tsu sighed for some reason as she sat.
"Take a quick cleansing first, 'Ris," I instructed. She shut her eyes obediently, and I could feel the serene, unexplainable happiness wash over her like water, as all her stress was thrown away.
She opened her forest-green eyes, centered and focused on her goal.
"Now just look at your hand. Sort of look for outlines from it. It could be in your mind's eye, or it could be in a physical sense."
"But don't stare at it. Just sorta gaze at it," I added. She nodded, and laid her hand on the altar. I felt her completely absorbed in this. I flipped on a sort of switch in my mind, and saw her aura. It was full of pale blues, bright greens, and cheery yellows. But there was the smallest sliver of black. She was hiding something.
"Oh shit, Tsunami," I whispered to her. "Look at her aura!"
"I know!" She paused. "Do you think we should confront her about it?"
"No," I decided. "It's just a little secret. If it gets bigger, then yes. But she is entitled to a few secrets." Tsu nodded, though she didn't look completely convinced.
"I see something!" Marissa gasped. "I really see something."
"And?" Tsu asked. "What do you see?"
"It's sorta like an off-yellow light," she answered. I grinned.
"There's other colors too. But for starters, you're likely only to see one, light color." She nodded. "Try the pentagram."
"The pentagram?" she asked. "Why?"
"Everything has an aura, excluding space itself," Tsu answered. She nodded.
I tossed in my bed again. Who the hell kept bugging me?
I shut my eyes, and images flashed through my mind. A scythe.
Glasses.
A bandana.
A pendant.
A medal.
Wires.
Animal skins.
An egg.
I opened my eyes again. "Damn it all!"
You like? I know it's kind of cliché. But really, I think I've added a nice aspect to it. Can you figure out what all the images stand for? First one who guesses gets...... a magical smoothie!
Still, no sign of the CT characters yet. There should be soon. Maybe.
Enough of my insane ramblings. Please, leave me a review. Please?