The small figure of Sique lay peacefully on her bed, her right hand newly freed from imprisonment, her fingers stretching as the morning sunlight cast her face aglow through the window. Her bicolor eyes slowly opened, the sunlight waking her rudely. The silver pendant hung, as always, around her neck, shining happily, almost matching Sique's bright and sunny mood.
It was at least four months after the return of Sique to Sailors' Island. Her hand now freed of the constricting cast, she felt happier. The cut along her arm had transformed into a thick scar, which; although her mother found awful, Sique liked. She seemed a bright and happy girl, but underneath, there was a flame flickering, a flame which begged her to find Vyse, to ressurect Ramirez, to make everything as it should be. After the accident, Sique had noticed how so many people were as Ramirez spoke of them. Shallow, petty. Obsessed with gold. Ramirez was right, there were so many people who would have been better off dead.
Sique tumbled down the stairs of her house and out of the door, rushing to get to the weapon's store on time. A little boy of about four was playing on the street, and, in her hurry, Sique never saw him infront of her as she dashed forward. She tripped over him, and landed heavily on the floor; a fog of darkness beginning to cover her mind.
When Sique woke up, she found herself lying on her bed. A glass of water stood on her bedside table, but no-one else was in her room. She blinked, how long had she been out? Oh well, nothing seemed to hurt. She had a slight headache, but it wasn't bad. Sique reached to her neck, to stroke the pendant caringly...but found it gone. Her eyes darted around her room in a panicked way.
'' MUM!!'' Sique screamed. Her mother came running up the stairs hurridly, wearing an apron and a brown dress.
'' Oh, you're awake!!'' Her mother grinned, '' I'm so happy! You had me worri-''
'' WHEREISMYNECKLACE!?''
Sique's mother blinked, '' Uh...pardon?''
Sique took a deep breath, realising that she had spoken too quickly, '' Where is my necklace?''
'' I don't know, dear. Where did you last have it?''
The loss of the silver crystal caused Sique to go into depression. She had searched the street of Sailors' Island, but found nothing. It must have come off when she had fallen...or maybe someone had stolen it...She found herself glaring at everyone, as if to say 'Did you steal my necklace?' She often considered asking people this, but never did.
Sique quit the job at the Weapon's store, and spent her days moping about the house doing nothing. She didn't care about anything anymore. She hated everyone; she hated herself, too. Most of all, she hated the little four year old boy, and found herself throwing a stone at the back of his head one day.
The sun beat down on Sique's scowling face through the open door of her kitchen. She sat at the table, her feet rested upon it rudely, as she sipped loqua and her mother bustled around her; making lunch and dusting around her now-bitter daughter. The poor woman didn't know what to think. She guessed her daughter's sudden turn over the last few days had something to do with the accident...but...
Sique's attention was snatched away by a figure walking past the door. Only one thing registered in her mind, he was wearing her pendant. It shimmered and shone as he walked past, and, as if feeling Sique's presence, suddenly burnt a bright white as she looked at it. She leapt from her seat abruptly, vastly shocking her mother, and vaulted out of the door to grab the man by the shoulder. When he turned, he didn't seem very suprised to see her.
'' I thought you might come for it.'' He had a calm voice, and short, black hair; turning slightly grey at the front. His deep blue eyes twinkled, reflecting from the pendant, which was still shining painfully brightly.
Sique's bicolor eyes reflected anger, suprise, and happiness on finding of her necklace, she stared at the man, '' Why did you steal it!?''
He smiled, the corners of his mouth creasing, '' I didn't steal it; I borrowed it...'' he slipped the necklace from his neck and handed it to Sique, who was annoyed that he had taken it, but far too happy on being reunited with her pendant to show anger. She hugged the crystal, which glowed impossibly bright, almost emmiting happiness. Sique's heart swelled as she put the necklace back where it belonged; around her neck.
The man was smiling broadly, and Sique found him rather creepy, she looked at him oddly. Noticing her gaze, the man opened his mouth; his voice lowered, '' I know that you're half silvite,'' Sique blinked at this, sure, she had half-white hair, and a green eye, but...she was about to say something when the man carried on, interupting her, '' It's obvious that they were very close to you...deaths can be tragic...and I know a way to bring them back...if you don't mind me asking, little girl, who was this to you?''
It was at least four months after the return of Sique to Sailors' Island. Her hand now freed of the constricting cast, she felt happier. The cut along her arm had transformed into a thick scar, which; although her mother found awful, Sique liked. She seemed a bright and happy girl, but underneath, there was a flame flickering, a flame which begged her to find Vyse, to ressurect Ramirez, to make everything as it should be. After the accident, Sique had noticed how so many people were as Ramirez spoke of them. Shallow, petty. Obsessed with gold. Ramirez was right, there were so many people who would have been better off dead.
Sique tumbled down the stairs of her house and out of the door, rushing to get to the weapon's store on time. A little boy of about four was playing on the street, and, in her hurry, Sique never saw him infront of her as she dashed forward. She tripped over him, and landed heavily on the floor; a fog of darkness beginning to cover her mind.
When Sique woke up, she found herself lying on her bed. A glass of water stood on her bedside table, but no-one else was in her room. She blinked, how long had she been out? Oh well, nothing seemed to hurt. She had a slight headache, but it wasn't bad. Sique reached to her neck, to stroke the pendant caringly...but found it gone. Her eyes darted around her room in a panicked way.
'' MUM!!'' Sique screamed. Her mother came running up the stairs hurridly, wearing an apron and a brown dress.
'' Oh, you're awake!!'' Her mother grinned, '' I'm so happy! You had me worri-''
'' WHEREISMYNECKLACE!?''
Sique's mother blinked, '' Uh...pardon?''
Sique took a deep breath, realising that she had spoken too quickly, '' Where is my necklace?''
'' I don't know, dear. Where did you last have it?''
The loss of the silver crystal caused Sique to go into depression. She had searched the street of Sailors' Island, but found nothing. It must have come off when she had fallen...or maybe someone had stolen it...She found herself glaring at everyone, as if to say 'Did you steal my necklace?' She often considered asking people this, but never did.
Sique quit the job at the Weapon's store, and spent her days moping about the house doing nothing. She didn't care about anything anymore. She hated everyone; she hated herself, too. Most of all, she hated the little four year old boy, and found herself throwing a stone at the back of his head one day.
The sun beat down on Sique's scowling face through the open door of her kitchen. She sat at the table, her feet rested upon it rudely, as she sipped loqua and her mother bustled around her; making lunch and dusting around her now-bitter daughter. The poor woman didn't know what to think. She guessed her daughter's sudden turn over the last few days had something to do with the accident...but...
Sique's attention was snatched away by a figure walking past the door. Only one thing registered in her mind, he was wearing her pendant. It shimmered and shone as he walked past, and, as if feeling Sique's presence, suddenly burnt a bright white as she looked at it. She leapt from her seat abruptly, vastly shocking her mother, and vaulted out of the door to grab the man by the shoulder. When he turned, he didn't seem very suprised to see her.
'' I thought you might come for it.'' He had a calm voice, and short, black hair; turning slightly grey at the front. His deep blue eyes twinkled, reflecting from the pendant, which was still shining painfully brightly.
Sique's bicolor eyes reflected anger, suprise, and happiness on finding of her necklace, she stared at the man, '' Why did you steal it!?''
He smiled, the corners of his mouth creasing, '' I didn't steal it; I borrowed it...'' he slipped the necklace from his neck and handed it to Sique, who was annoyed that he had taken it, but far too happy on being reunited with her pendant to show anger. She hugged the crystal, which glowed impossibly bright, almost emmiting happiness. Sique's heart swelled as she put the necklace back where it belonged; around her neck.
The man was smiling broadly, and Sique found him rather creepy, she looked at him oddly. Noticing her gaze, the man opened his mouth; his voice lowered, '' I know that you're half silvite,'' Sique blinked at this, sure, she had half-white hair, and a green eye, but...she was about to say something when the man carried on, interupting her, '' It's obvious that they were very close to you...deaths can be tragic...and I know a way to bring them back...if you don't mind me asking, little girl, who was this to you?''