Dreams or Nightmares
Disclaimer-sigh- Nope, I don't own it.
MN: I'm aware that there are a few things in this fic that are not the same as in the game, so please don't complain about it. I just changed and added a few things to better fit my story.
Chapter 1: Daydreaming
"Daddy, tell me about the caravanners."
"You want to here that story again, eh?"
Yes… please tell it to me."
"Alright then… Well, in each village and town, there lies a huge crystal in its center, to ward off the deadly miasma poisoning our world. The magical sap found in rare myrrh trees powers it.
But at the end of each year, its powers start to fade. And a group of journeyers are sent out to seek more myrrh far from their villages, which is guarded by the fiercest of beasts. These travelers are called the Crystal Caravanners."
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Rich almond brown eyes peered up at the wondrous, and large, featuring the Tipan town square, awestruck. The small girl of six years barely noticed as she was jostled and bumped by people hurrying through the square.
She reached up with one hand to tuck a wavy lock of raven hued hair behind one ear. The unruly strands reached just past her shoulder blades. Smudges of dirt were scattered over her face, which had a blanket of light freckles across her nose and beneath her eyes.
She wore traditional Clavat clothing, a cream colored dress made of thick layers of soft cotton fabric. The bottom half had a slit on each side, and in the middle in the front and back. The cloth between each slit was rounded, and then pointed at the end, causing it to resemble a petal. In the back was a large hood, and the sleeves were long and grew wide at the wrists. An orange border was around the hood, wrists, and on the bottom edge of the dress. Beneath the simple garment, she wore a pair of dark brown cotton pants, which reached a few inches above her ankles.
A small sigh emitted from them young girl, a hand timidly reaching for the precious gem displayed before her.
It quickly withdrew when an angry voice reaching her ears, snapping the girl back to reality.
"Arashi! Quit daydreaming a get over here! You promised to help in the kitchens to prepare for the festival!"
Arashi hurried towards her mother, Mintra, who was now glaring gently at her. Planting a swat on the back of her daughter's head, Mintra frowned after Arashi, the tiny child too busy dodging the many villagers and merchants to heed her mother's snappy reminders that chased after her.
Shaking her head slowly and giving a short laugh, Mintra lifted a hand to press it against her dull chestnut hair, which pulled back into a tight bun, then to move down to the cheek of her prim face. Her sea gray eyes were thoughtful, still watching as Arashi disappeared into the bustling crowds of people.
'What a troublemaker that girl is!' the middle-aged woman thought, heaving a sigh. 'She's as unruly as that hair of hers…'
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"Get back here you little brat!"
The furious words caught Arashi's attention as she stepped into the large, noisy building used for preparing food for festivals. Turning around, she craned her neck to find the source. At the far end of the rectangular structure, a stocky man with bushy eyebrows and a large mustache was frantically chasing after a young boy Arashi's age, wooden mixing spoon in hand.
"Heh, try and catch me old man!" the boy taunted, pivoting to race backwards, waving the large loaf of bread he had just stolen in the flustered cook's face, which was nearly purple with rage.
I'm going to stopthe chapterthere. Sorry it's so short, but I'll have the next chapter up in a couple days, I'm almost finished with it. Anyways, please review! The more reviews I get, the sooner I'll update!
Momo