- No ownership of Star Ocean...poor me.
CHAPTER 2: Break Away
It had been four years since Westa had found little Rena in the Shingo Forest that one fateful day. Having no idea of her age, she supposed Rena was at least two years old when she found her, and came to the conclusion that Rena's birthday would lie on the day she was discovered. It was strange, however, for Westa never brought Rena out of the house, and people were rarely allowed to see her.
"Why has Westa been so protective all of these years? You'd think that will her new child she'd be showing her off to the entire world!" Exclaimed a passerby, standing at the river near Westa's home.
"Yes, I know what you mean," the villager responded, looking off toward the house. "It's a shame, she's such an adorable child."
"Mmhmm."
Just as they began to chatter as they were walking away, they heard a slight creak from the side of them. Curiosity overcoming them, they turned in the direction of Westa's home, and to their greatest surprise, she stepped out onto the threshold, a little girl clung to her leg.
"Well I'll be a monkey's uncle! It's Westa, and she has Rena with her!"
Westa knelt down to Rena's level, staring into her deep-sea blue eyes.
"Rena, honey, now I know you're a little scared because you haven't been out of the house for a very, very long time...but, your father said you should make some friends. Everyone here is very nice, you'll like them. Now, mommy's going inside to fix lunch, so you go ahead and explore, I'll come get you for lunch when it's finished." Westa finished, prying the clingy little girl from her leg. She bit her lip as she saw the tiny tears welling in Rena's eyes, so she quickly turned toward the door, stepping inside. "Have fun, Rena!" were her final words before the door shut behind her.
Rena stared off at the door for a very long time, ignoring the wandering eyes that fell on her as they past the house. She didn't exactly cry, just allowed those stray tears to slide down her cheeks. Finally tearing her eyes from the door, she turned around to see a plethora of faces all around her. It startled her so that she jumped back, leaning right against the door.
"Oh, isn't she just the cutest thing you've ever seen?"
"What beautiful blue hair! Just like her mother's!"
"And that hairpin! It's breathtaking!"
Townspeople continued to babble around the frightened six year old, some actually having the incivility as to go up to her and try to pick her up or play with her hair. Rena began to think her mother was lying to her as she frantically tried to free herself from the band of people that were crowding her. Luckily, she was able to squeeze behind the group and run off past them, not caring where, just away from them.
She ran as fast as her little legs would carry her, past the bridge, beyond the church, and finally past the second bridge, off towards the Shingo Forest. Upon reaching the near center, she slowed her pace, panting furiously. She plopped herself upon the ground, glancing up toward the canopy of the trees, the sunlight just barely sifting through.
Once she'd gotten her rest, she stood, spinning around twice to take in her surroundings. For some reason, she felt so comfortable here; it was even more homely than...her home. The smell of the crisp air refreshed her, and the light breeze calmed her. She knew it had been a while since she left, and felt that maybe she should head back before her mother got worried. So, she headed off toward the direction she came from.
An hour went by, and still she was roaming the depths of the Shingo Forest. The worst possible thing that could happen to a child just happened to Rena; she was totally lost. In despair, she frantically started to run around, trying to find the way out, but to no avail. Without even realizing it herself, she began to cry uncontrollably, the tears like a river down her cheeks. Giving up hope, she fell to her knees, and buried her face in her tiny hands, sobbing.
Once she'd settled down a little, she thought she heard something unusual ahead of her. She lifted her head, wiping her eyes gingerly and standing. She listened carefully for a moment, and she swore that sound was...laughing. Was she close to home? Oh, how she prayed as a small, hopeful smile crept up on her lips, and she raced toward the noises of laughter.
CHAPTER 2: Break Away
It had been four years since Westa had found little Rena in the Shingo Forest that one fateful day. Having no idea of her age, she supposed Rena was at least two years old when she found her, and came to the conclusion that Rena's birthday would lie on the day she was discovered. It was strange, however, for Westa never brought Rena out of the house, and people were rarely allowed to see her.
"Why has Westa been so protective all of these years? You'd think that will her new child she'd be showing her off to the entire world!" Exclaimed a passerby, standing at the river near Westa's home.
"Yes, I know what you mean," the villager responded, looking off toward the house. "It's a shame, she's such an adorable child."
"Mmhmm."
Just as they began to chatter as they were walking away, they heard a slight creak from the side of them. Curiosity overcoming them, they turned in the direction of Westa's home, and to their greatest surprise, she stepped out onto the threshold, a little girl clung to her leg.
"Well I'll be a monkey's uncle! It's Westa, and she has Rena with her!"
Westa knelt down to Rena's level, staring into her deep-sea blue eyes.
"Rena, honey, now I know you're a little scared because you haven't been out of the house for a very, very long time...but, your father said you should make some friends. Everyone here is very nice, you'll like them. Now, mommy's going inside to fix lunch, so you go ahead and explore, I'll come get you for lunch when it's finished." Westa finished, prying the clingy little girl from her leg. She bit her lip as she saw the tiny tears welling in Rena's eyes, so she quickly turned toward the door, stepping inside. "Have fun, Rena!" were her final words before the door shut behind her.
Rena stared off at the door for a very long time, ignoring the wandering eyes that fell on her as they past the house. She didn't exactly cry, just allowed those stray tears to slide down her cheeks. Finally tearing her eyes from the door, she turned around to see a plethora of faces all around her. It startled her so that she jumped back, leaning right against the door.
"Oh, isn't she just the cutest thing you've ever seen?"
"What beautiful blue hair! Just like her mother's!"
"And that hairpin! It's breathtaking!"
Townspeople continued to babble around the frightened six year old, some actually having the incivility as to go up to her and try to pick her up or play with her hair. Rena began to think her mother was lying to her as she frantically tried to free herself from the band of people that were crowding her. Luckily, she was able to squeeze behind the group and run off past them, not caring where, just away from them.
She ran as fast as her little legs would carry her, past the bridge, beyond the church, and finally past the second bridge, off towards the Shingo Forest. Upon reaching the near center, she slowed her pace, panting furiously. She plopped herself upon the ground, glancing up toward the canopy of the trees, the sunlight just barely sifting through.
Once she'd gotten her rest, she stood, spinning around twice to take in her surroundings. For some reason, she felt so comfortable here; it was even more homely than...her home. The smell of the crisp air refreshed her, and the light breeze calmed her. She knew it had been a while since she left, and felt that maybe she should head back before her mother got worried. So, she headed off toward the direction she came from.
An hour went by, and still she was roaming the depths of the Shingo Forest. The worst possible thing that could happen to a child just happened to Rena; she was totally lost. In despair, she frantically started to run around, trying to find the way out, but to no avail. Without even realizing it herself, she began to cry uncontrollably, the tears like a river down her cheeks. Giving up hope, she fell to her knees, and buried her face in her tiny hands, sobbing.
Once she'd settled down a little, she thought she heard something unusual ahead of her. She lifted her head, wiping her eyes gingerly and standing. She listened carefully for a moment, and she swore that sound was...laughing. Was she close to home? Oh, how she prayed as a small, hopeful smile crept up on her lips, and she raced toward the noises of laughter.