The Order of Chaos
Chapter 1 : A Crowded Train
"Where is she? Where is she going? Is she even going somewhere? It's hard to see now... The sunlight flowing into the window is far too bright, or the room is too dark, her shadow is here though. She knows she's on a train, a train that has a bright green colour, the seats are dark red, very lovely complement. They seem inviting, but when she sits down , the seats scratch her. Why must the seats hurt her?"
"Attention Passengers: the Emerald Hill Express will arrive at Station Square in thirty minutes, Station Square in thirty minutes"
"AAGGHH! That noise, it's like thunder, the noise rushes and breaks over her like a wave, only this doesn't get her wet, but it jolts her in a not nice kind of way."
Judging by the quality of the voice of the PA system, it sounded like it needed a little adjustment. The voice came out quite grainy and it was some crackling sounds as it spoke. However, most of the passengers on the train, human beings and animal people, often dubbed "furries" (despite the term being politically incorrect), understood the message all the same.
"Why are all these people here? Aren't they getting scratched by the seats or jolted by the noise? How can they live through that? Are they made of metal? Like the train? No... They move like living beings, they don't seem that interesting anyway."
One of them was a female, but not a human female. Indeed, her long floppy ears were a dead give-away to what species she was. She wore a long satin dress, which seemed quite refined, yet modest at the same time. Her skin had a creamy beige tone to it, though the tips of her ears and her hair were a darker colour, similar to milk chocolate. She was quite calm and collected, sitting quietly as the train sped along the tracks to their destination.
Besides her was a child, a little girl rabbit, she had the same skin tone and brown patches in the same places on her ears. In contrast to the older rabbit next to her, she appeared quite tense with anxiety. Her gloved hands trembled in her lap, and she also appeared to be swaying back and forth very slowly. She was quite fidgety.
Their relationship could have easily been mistaken for mother and daughter, but this wasn't quite true... Instead of mother and daughter, they were in fact, aunt and niece. Her resemblance was quite striking, but there were some key differences between herself and her cousin, Cream. For one, she wore a lemon yellow dress instead of Cream's orange one, and there was no Chao floating around her head. However, the biggest difference between Cream and this rabbit was one that isn't noticeable at a first glance.
"Are you okay Cookie?" Her aunt, Vanilla asked.
"The only voice she recognizes in this crowd. She can't respond to her... The seats and the noise won't let her now"
Cookie continued with the rocking, she didn't even turn her head for a quick glance at her aunt, she didn't seem to hear her aunt at all. Unlike other rabbits, who were usually kind and polite. Cookie was never really said "please" or "thank you", in fact, she never really did speak at all. Most of the time, she was often what was usually described as "her own little world". This of course was quite distressing to her mother, so that was the reason why she was sent to live with her aunt and cousin for a month. She needed to visit the hospital in Station Square to be diagnosed and to possibly help her.
"She should think about something that makes her happy. She knows what makes her happy. Metals and Crystals make her happy. Some Crystals you are able to see through, others come in beautiful colours and all of them have interesting smooth surfaces. Running her fingers over their ridges, bumps and facets is something special, She can feel the pretty colours of them. Flowers are also offer pretty feelings... But they get ruined when they are felt too much. Crystals and gems are best for this, they can be felt for a very long time without being ruined by too much feeling. But they are quite hard to find... she had 20 small crystals at home. She remembers she brought her purple quartz with her.
Cookie stopped the rocking, and reached into a pocket on her dress. It contained a small piece of quartz crystal. It was like glass, with a deep purple tinge to it. On one end, it was bumpy, covered with the rock that was still on when it was first chipped of. on the other side, it was sharp and pointed. The young rabbit gently caressed the crystal's ridges with utmost care. She also felt the sharp point.
"It was the only crystal mama would let her bring along. Small enough to fit in her pocket, but textured enough to feel it's colours and ridges. It's a much nicer feeling then the scratching seats or the static noise. The crystal helps her think of home and mama. She wants to go home."
"Attention passengers: we are now at Station Square. Thank you for riding the emerald express and have a nice day"
"Come on cookie, this is our stop."
Vanilla took Cookie by her free hand, and lead her off the train, on to the busy station of Station Square.
With the Crystal in her pocket. Cookie didn't even her the static noise this time.