Okay time for the part where I say: I don't own Witchblade or any characters of the series so don't sue me cause I still have no money! I hope you enjoy the new chapter and maybe if people like it, I will write some more to follow!
~ Chapter 1 ~
She gently picked up an oak chest equal to the size of a regular show box. "My old treasure chest!" Sara exclaimed in child like delight as her fingers danced along the familiar chiseled figures of an old fashioned lady holding hands with a littler girl. Cradling the box close, she lifted the lid and peered inside. A conch shell from when she and her father spent a day at the beach. A delicate chain of pearls that had once graced the neck of her mother. A locket with a miniture picture of when her family was alive and together. Sara smiled and unconsciously brushed away the tears from her cheeks. An old diary, an unsolved rubic's cube, a couple decoder rings, and some fake jewelry. She put one of the decoder rings on her left pinky finger and continued to look through her treasures. A statue of a golden retriever. A crumple and aged Valentine with a pressed rose inside it.
The last item she pulled out of the chest. In large, childish letters it read inside: Happy Valintimes Day! I think u r very pretty. I hope u will bee my Valintime. I luv u my little flower. Underneath was a little sloppy drawing of a heart and under that was one of a football. The rose had long lost its fragrance yet as she lifted it to her face and closed her eyes, Sara could have sworn she could detect a light and breezy perfume. A smile graced her lips as she remembered.
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It was the perfect summer day, literally. A clear sapphire sky stretched out in all directions without a single cloud to mar it. The grass and trees were a rich green from the rain a few nights before and even the temperature was just right. Not too hot. Not too cold. Just perfect. There was a little park where all the mothers took their children to on days like this. At the moment the children were playing a game of football.
"Why did you throw it to him?! I was wide open!" the single girl playing shouted at her teammate as he passed the ball to another boy who promptly fumbled it and tripped over his own feet falling face down in the grass.
"I'm okay!" The fallen boy proclaimed though it was slightly muffled by the grass in his mouth. Several boys helped him off the ground and shoved him back to his position.
Rolling his eyes, the boy who had passed the ball replied, "You're a girl, Pez. You don't know how to play. Stop following us around. Go play with your dolls."
The girl put her hands on her hips and shook her head in annoyance. "I can to play, Tommy, and you know it! You're just jealous cause I can play better than you."
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
"Fine. Let's see what you can do, little girl." Tommy hefted up the worn ball and threw it with all his might.
"Ooooh!" The boys chorused together as it landed seven feet from them.
Sara took the ball and threw it in a clean perfect arc. She grinned as her teammates ran to measure it.
"She got nine feet!" declared a mousy looking boy in a stunned tone.
Tommy scowled at Sara. "So what? Just got lucky. Look, I'm tired. Let's call it a day." He grabbed the ball from the mousy boy and headed home with the others trailing behind. Only Sara stayed in the park.
"Dumb boys," she muttered angrily, "I am to good at it." Sighing, she headed over to a wooden bench to pick up her shoes. They had been playing barefooted that day. Feeling eyes burrowing into the back of her neck, Sara looked around. "Hello? Is someone there?" She raised her hand to block the sun's glare out of her eyes. There! Beneath an old maple tree not ten feet from her was a boy about her age. He had the most intriguing hazel eyes almost hidden through a veil of long dark lashes. His midnight hair was partially covered by a reversed dark blue almost black baseball cap. A gray oversized sweater reached to below his knees and he wore charcoal slacks and matching shoes. His arms were wrapped tightly around a large golden retriever puppy who was almost as big as him. Self consciously, Sara glanced down at her own attire. A white tank with grass stains, jean shorts that were looking a little ragged at the ends, and an old pair of dirty sneakers in her hands. Normal clothes and the right type for this weather.
"Hey!" Sara waved at the boy with a sneaker in her hand. He started in shock even though he had been staring at her. It was almost like he was amazed that she would speak to him. Quickly, he lifted the puppy with surprising strength and ran out of the park. She watched the sweater flap around his knees as he hurried out of sight. Sara whistled in appreciation. Even if she had wanted to she could not have caught up with him at that speed.
"Sara!" Her father yelled from down the street.
"Opps! Late for dinner." She cast one last glance down the street the boy had taken. "Well that was weird," she finished lacing up her shoes then raced back towards her house.