-Destiny-
Another chapter! I hope you folks are still with me. ;)
[The usual disclaimer goes here]
Enjoy!
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Myria awoke gradually. Was someone calling her name?
"Myria..."
She gazed toward the door. No one there.
"Myria..."
She got up and looked around outside her window. No one.
"Myria..."
She then turned to the teddy bear. She sat on her bed, grabbed it, and set it facing her on her lap. She peered into its black eyes. The bear didn't move, but the teddy's eyes began to faintly glow.
"Teddy...?"
"Your destiny..." the bear started.
"Teddy! How can you speak!" she wondered.
"I am an...old friend...of your father's. I must speak with you."
"Okay..."
"You are still young, but your power is already beginning to grow. You are...you will become...too big for this world,"
"What?" Myria looked at the teddy inquisitively.
"Perhaps it is too early, but your destiny has already taken root..." the teddy bear silenced, and its eyes reverted to black.
She shook the bear. "Teddy! I don't understand!"
The door to her room then swung open, revealing the great general Beatrix.
"Myria, it's time for dinner," she said, as she paralleled herself against the wall to preemptively let the child past.
Instead, Myria jumped off the bed and grabbed one of her arms.
"Auntie! Auntie Beatrix! Teddy was talking to me!" Myria said, exasperated.
Beatrix looked down on her with a puzzled look. "I think it was your imagination," she said.
"No! It was real! Teddy moved and everything!"
"C'mon, dear, you know that's nonsense." Beatrix walked over to the teddy bear and lifted it under its arms. She looked at it, shook it a little, but go no response.
"See? Your teddy bear isn't alive." she confirmed.
Myria sighed in defeat. "He was..."
She then trudged out of her room and to the dining hall. She climbed into her seat and slumped.
Zidane, Dagger, Steiner, and Beatrix had also gathered around to dine. They all eyed Myria curiously in response to her loud body language. A dead silence enveloped them like a thick blanket.
Dagger stuck a morsel in her mouth and swallowed it. As though it were a morsel of courage, Dagger finally looked up at Myria. "Anything wrong, dear?" She asked.
Myria poked at her food and didn't respond.
"She thinks her teddy bear spoke to her," Beatrix answered for her.
Dagger quirked a brow at the general. "Spoke?" she asked.
"It really did talk!" Myria suddenly burst with.
Dagger looked at Zidane, who was looking at Myria curiously, almost as if he believed her. He then looked over at Dagger with a grin, lined with mashed food particles.
Chewing, he said "Hey, you wanna check it out after we're done here?"
Dagger didn't see the harm, so she agreed.
After the meal, Myria, Dagger, and Zidane went to Myria's room. They approached the bear, still sitting up against the bed pillow with its head leaning to one side. Zidane moved in close to examine it.
"What did the voice sound like?" He asked, poking the bear's belly.
"It was..." Myria tried to find the words. "...growly, like an old man's." Zidane furrowed a brow.
"What did it say?" Zidane asked.
"Something about my destiny..." she trailed off.
"Yes? Go on."
"Um, something about being to big for this world, and that it was too early."
This time Dagger furrowed a brow.
"And then?" Zidane encouraged.
"I can't remember what else...and then it stopped. Is it dead?" she asked.
"I'm not sure I yet believe that it was alive to die in the first place, dear." Dagger said, placing her hands on Myria's shoulders. Myria sighed.
Zidane shook his head. "Well, Myria, how about this. If the bear talks again, let us know about it, okay?" Myria nodded. Zidane smiled as he left the room to allow Dagger and Beatrix change Myria into her pajamas.
- X - X - X -
The next day, Myria crept down the stairs gingerly. She was resolved to escape and go outside, and to see Colin.
The stairs opened up and she glanced left and right. She caught her breath and squashed herself against the stone as a patrolling guard casually walked by. Myria took the opportunity to creep further down the stairs. Reaching the bottom, she looked to where the guard had her back turned. Myria then dashed around the railing and crouched on the opposite side of the stairs, out of the guard's view. The guard spun around. She scanned the area before her. Not detecting any abnormality, she began strolling forward, past the stairs, and past Myria. Stifling a giggle, Myria quietly evaded the guard. She eluded many in this way, until she reached the outdoors.
Myria flew down Colin's street. She looked around, trying to identify his residence. She then glanced at a house with a door that was adorned with a get well wreath. She then recognized the house's shape as that of Colin's. She ran up and knocked on the door.
No answer.
She knocked louder.
No answer.
She pushed the door, and it swung open a little. It was dark inside, and no candles were lit. She tiptoed in and tried her best to pierce the darkness with her sight. She opened the door wider to let in more sunlight. That gave her enough light to open an adjacent window. The house was then lit well enough to navigate through. The house looked to have been ransacked; clothes and trinkets were scattered everywhere, drawers left open, and the smell of rotting food wafted through the household.
"Colin?" she whispered. Her gaze shot to a soiled bedsheet on an unmade bed.
"They're gone," a voice behind her answered.
She gasped and spun around to see a relatively large silhouette blocking the doorway. She then saw the flicker of a tail behind it.
"Daddy?" She looked up at him.
The frame nodded. "They left some time ago, for Lindblum. The mother must have been more shook by her son's injury than she let on. But I think this was for you," Zidane handed her a slip of paper with words scribbled on it. Myria looked down at it.
Zidane kneeled down to help her. "It says:
-- Dear Myria,
We're leaving for Lindblum.
My mom says she doesn't want
me around you anymore. But I'll
become a thief one day, so that
I can sneak by her and come visit
you one day! See ya!
- Colin"
Myria looked up at Zidane inquisitively. She didn't quite grasp the full meaning.
"In other words," Zidane tried to think of a good way to phrase it. "Colin moved away. He's gone from Alexandria. You may not be able to play with him at all anymore, but when you two are older, you can visit each other as much as you want. In fact, I'll see to it you do."
Myria still had a look as though this new information was still settling, which it was. Zidane touched her shoulder.
"C'mon, we gotta get you back to the castle before mom finds out." He grinned. Myria smiled a little, then hopped onto his back for a piggyback ride. They left the house and made their way toward the castle and its shimmering sword.
~ ~ ~ X ~ ~ ~
Yea I know, short and boring, but it'll pick up! I promise! I'm just not sure where I'm going to go with this story yet. I suppose it's my punishment for starting an impromptu epic. Hehe. I've started the next chapter, so I hope you all are still with me! ^.^
Another chapter! I hope you folks are still with me. ;)
[The usual disclaimer goes here]
Enjoy!
---------------------------------------------------
Myria awoke gradually. Was someone calling her name?
"Myria..."
She gazed toward the door. No one there.
"Myria..."
She got up and looked around outside her window. No one.
"Myria..."
She then turned to the teddy bear. She sat on her bed, grabbed it, and set it facing her on her lap. She peered into its black eyes. The bear didn't move, but the teddy's eyes began to faintly glow.
"Teddy...?"
"Your destiny..." the bear started.
"Teddy! How can you speak!" she wondered.
"I am an...old friend...of your father's. I must speak with you."
"Okay..."
"You are still young, but your power is already beginning to grow. You are...you will become...too big for this world,"
"What?" Myria looked at the teddy inquisitively.
"Perhaps it is too early, but your destiny has already taken root..." the teddy bear silenced, and its eyes reverted to black.
She shook the bear. "Teddy! I don't understand!"
The door to her room then swung open, revealing the great general Beatrix.
"Myria, it's time for dinner," she said, as she paralleled herself against the wall to preemptively let the child past.
Instead, Myria jumped off the bed and grabbed one of her arms.
"Auntie! Auntie Beatrix! Teddy was talking to me!" Myria said, exasperated.
Beatrix looked down on her with a puzzled look. "I think it was your imagination," she said.
"No! It was real! Teddy moved and everything!"
"C'mon, dear, you know that's nonsense." Beatrix walked over to the teddy bear and lifted it under its arms. She looked at it, shook it a little, but go no response.
"See? Your teddy bear isn't alive." she confirmed.
Myria sighed in defeat. "He was..."
She then trudged out of her room and to the dining hall. She climbed into her seat and slumped.
Zidane, Dagger, Steiner, and Beatrix had also gathered around to dine. They all eyed Myria curiously in response to her loud body language. A dead silence enveloped them like a thick blanket.
Dagger stuck a morsel in her mouth and swallowed it. As though it were a morsel of courage, Dagger finally looked up at Myria. "Anything wrong, dear?" She asked.
Myria poked at her food and didn't respond.
"She thinks her teddy bear spoke to her," Beatrix answered for her.
Dagger quirked a brow at the general. "Spoke?" she asked.
"It really did talk!" Myria suddenly burst with.
Dagger looked at Zidane, who was looking at Myria curiously, almost as if he believed her. He then looked over at Dagger with a grin, lined with mashed food particles.
Chewing, he said "Hey, you wanna check it out after we're done here?"
Dagger didn't see the harm, so she agreed.
After the meal, Myria, Dagger, and Zidane went to Myria's room. They approached the bear, still sitting up against the bed pillow with its head leaning to one side. Zidane moved in close to examine it.
"What did the voice sound like?" He asked, poking the bear's belly.
"It was..." Myria tried to find the words. "...growly, like an old man's." Zidane furrowed a brow.
"What did it say?" Zidane asked.
"Something about my destiny..." she trailed off.
"Yes? Go on."
"Um, something about being to big for this world, and that it was too early."
This time Dagger furrowed a brow.
"And then?" Zidane encouraged.
"I can't remember what else...and then it stopped. Is it dead?" she asked.
"I'm not sure I yet believe that it was alive to die in the first place, dear." Dagger said, placing her hands on Myria's shoulders. Myria sighed.
Zidane shook his head. "Well, Myria, how about this. If the bear talks again, let us know about it, okay?" Myria nodded. Zidane smiled as he left the room to allow Dagger and Beatrix change Myria into her pajamas.
- X - X - X -
The next day, Myria crept down the stairs gingerly. She was resolved to escape and go outside, and to see Colin.
The stairs opened up and she glanced left and right. She caught her breath and squashed herself against the stone as a patrolling guard casually walked by. Myria took the opportunity to creep further down the stairs. Reaching the bottom, she looked to where the guard had her back turned. Myria then dashed around the railing and crouched on the opposite side of the stairs, out of the guard's view. The guard spun around. She scanned the area before her. Not detecting any abnormality, she began strolling forward, past the stairs, and past Myria. Stifling a giggle, Myria quietly evaded the guard. She eluded many in this way, until she reached the outdoors.
Myria flew down Colin's street. She looked around, trying to identify his residence. She then glanced at a house with a door that was adorned with a get well wreath. She then recognized the house's shape as that of Colin's. She ran up and knocked on the door.
No answer.
She knocked louder.
No answer.
She pushed the door, and it swung open a little. It was dark inside, and no candles were lit. She tiptoed in and tried her best to pierce the darkness with her sight. She opened the door wider to let in more sunlight. That gave her enough light to open an adjacent window. The house was then lit well enough to navigate through. The house looked to have been ransacked; clothes and trinkets were scattered everywhere, drawers left open, and the smell of rotting food wafted through the household.
"Colin?" she whispered. Her gaze shot to a soiled bedsheet on an unmade bed.
"They're gone," a voice behind her answered.
She gasped and spun around to see a relatively large silhouette blocking the doorway. She then saw the flicker of a tail behind it.
"Daddy?" She looked up at him.
The frame nodded. "They left some time ago, for Lindblum. The mother must have been more shook by her son's injury than she let on. But I think this was for you," Zidane handed her a slip of paper with words scribbled on it. Myria looked down at it.
Zidane kneeled down to help her. "It says:
-- Dear Myria,
We're leaving for Lindblum.
My mom says she doesn't want
me around you anymore. But I'll
become a thief one day, so that
I can sneak by her and come visit
you one day! See ya!
- Colin"
Myria looked up at Zidane inquisitively. She didn't quite grasp the full meaning.
"In other words," Zidane tried to think of a good way to phrase it. "Colin moved away. He's gone from Alexandria. You may not be able to play with him at all anymore, but when you two are older, you can visit each other as much as you want. In fact, I'll see to it you do."
Myria still had a look as though this new information was still settling, which it was. Zidane touched her shoulder.
"C'mon, we gotta get you back to the castle before mom finds out." He grinned. Myria smiled a little, then hopped onto his back for a piggyback ride. They left the house and made their way toward the castle and its shimmering sword.
~ ~ ~ X ~ ~ ~
Yea I know, short and boring, but it'll pick up! I promise! I'm just not sure where I'm going to go with this story yet. I suppose it's my punishment for starting an impromptu epic. Hehe. I've started the next chapter, so I hope you all are still with me! ^.^