Outside of the quiet house the snow seemed to stop, but the wind did not. The branches of the tree scratched the only window in Riven and Timmy's room. Turning the quiet dark room into a noisy dark room. Timmy's knocked out, while Riven tried to tune out the annoying scratching of the branch on the glass.
He was finally getting to sleep when the grandfather clock from down stairs chimed eleven o'clock. Then suddenly a gust of wind appeared out of nowhere a figure appeared in front of Riven.
The figure is unlike he's ever seen. In fact he's never in his life seen this ghost. This women. She's tall, yet petite. Her royal blue eyes are familiar, but unknown. Her black hair up in a Chinese style with her long bangs framing her light face. Her robe goes to her feet and her sleeves go passed her hands. Its beautiful blue and red silk shining in the moon light. She noticed him staring at her and she smiled sweetly as she took a step towards him.
He blinked realizing this ghost, this woman walking towards him. He turned his head to his friend's unconscious body, knowing full well that nothing will be waking that guy. Well maybe Tecna could, but she's not in here. He turned his attention back to the beautiful woman in front of him.
Riven has no idea what to do, especially if Musa decides to wake up and want to talk to him. What will she think seeing a beautiful woman in here with him. Its not like Musa isn't beautiful, hell she's the most beautiful fairy no girl he's ever seen. Wait, Musa looks like this woman.
"Who are you?" whispered Riven eyeing this woman suspiciously
"Who do you think I am?" asked the woman softly folding her hands in front of her as she looked at this boy.
"If I did, I wouldn't be asking." he stated confused by her answer
"Come with me, I want to show you some things." she smiled holding her right hand out towards him
"I don't think so." he smirked shaking his head as he laid back down on the bed.
"What does Musa see if you?" she asked not really looking for a reply as she looked at him with confusion. She put her hand down waiting for his reaction.
"W-What did you say?" he asked turning back to the ghost that had yet to move from her spot in the middle of the room.
"Musa, but to be more precise Princess Musa of Harmonic Nebula. 5'5, royal blue eyes and hair."
"Who are you and why are you here?" he growled getting out of the bed he was in.
"Come with me and all will be explained, I promise." she answered sweetly once again holding her hand out to him.
"If I do, will you leave me alone?" he asked annoyed
"Yes." she nodded as he took her hand
"Fine." he replied as they disappeared
Finally they reappeared in a lighted room, a pretty big room actually. The walls are painted a light yellow, with a white ceiling. The carpet is soft and fluffy like a white cloud. The furniture is big and a dark blue. The two huge couches on opposite sides of the room with a love sit on the other wall and a small marble table in the middle. The tv is against the only empty wall showing a Christmas show.
Then in the corner of the room stood a huge Christmas tree decorated beautifully with a million different presents, wrapped in different colored paper and ribbons. The room is silent with the exception of feet running down a bunch of stairs. When suddenly they stopped and a happy gasped was heard and the little child went running to the presents.
The child is probably five, his magenta hair going to his ears and getting in his eyes as he looked for his presents under the tree. When more foot steps were heard coming down the stairs slowly than the little boy's. Just as before two figures stood a man and a women.
The man's at least 6'4 and by how tight his blue shirt is on him, he's very muscular. By looking at his messy hair you can tell he just got out of bed and his dark blue eyes still half closed as he leaned against the wall wearing gray sweat pants.
The woman on the other hand is much shorter than her husband, probably 5'7. Her hair brush down into soft waves of light pink curls against her soft light skin. Her crystal blue eyes filled with life as she watched her son open his presents. Her arms wrapped around her yellow robed waist leaning into her husbands embrace.
Riven clenched his fist at this sight. He turned his face, this wasn't real. It couldn't be, this happened along time ago. It was nothing, not even a memory to him. Not anymore. The ghost noticed his reaction to this scene and understandably put her left hand on his shoulder.
"Don't worry, they can't see us or hear us." she sighed behind his ear
"Ya, I kinda figured that." he answered not turning around
"Why are we here?" he sighed turning his attention back on the younger vision of himself.
"Well its seems this was your most happiest memory from when you were younger." she replied following his gaze.
"I got a saber!" cried the younger Riven happily holding up his saber proudly
"You saber?" cried the woman worriedly looking at her husband
"It's a toy honey, besides the boy's old enough." shrugged the husband
"Thank you daddy." smiled the toddler happily hugging his father's legs
"No problem son, just one thing." he smirked
"What?" he asked
"You grow up and become a hero." he replied proudly rubbing his hands threw his son's hair
"Just like you." he agreed excitedly
"Man." sighed the woman smiling
"I'm going to make breakfast." giggled the woman walking into another room
"I want pancakes!" cried the kid hungrily
"Its time to go." smiled the spirt
"Finally." sighed Riven rolling his eyes as they disappeared
The two reappear in a different room, a room less home like and more prison like. The walls are pale grey, the floor in needing of a good scrub. The air smelling of decaying food and other nasty stuff. The toys on the ground are old and broken with layers of dust. The only windows in the room are broken and have bars on the outside. The only noise is that of yelling from an old woman in her fifties in another room.
Out of nowhere a small skinny figure appeared in the room. Walking slowly and quietly, wearing dirty old torn rags. On the child's arm there's blood and newly opened cuts. The child's hair is quite long and dirty. It goes passed the child's shoulders in tangles.
Suddenly the old woman stomped into the room wearing a black shirt and knee length skirt, with ugly dress shoes. Her old grey hair in a bun and glaring at the poor child. She grabbed him by his shoulder and turned him to face her. His dark blue eyes filled with hatred and pain glaring right back at her.
"Listen here brat, go clean up and get dressed we'll be having company soon. And be have or so help me I'll strangle your little neck, you hear me?" growled the old hag
"Ya, I hear you." he nodded angrily
"Good." she smirked leaving him alone in the room.
The spirt's eyes are filled with pity and sorrow for the poor little boy she sees in front of her. She turns to Riven and realizes his knuckles are white from him clenching for soo long. He looked at her and released his hands as he scowled at the woman in from of him.
"I don't need your pity." he grumbled stuffing his hands into his pockets.
"How old are you here Riven?" she asked sadly turning back to the young child
"I'm ten." he answered regretfully
"Who is that...woman?" she asked angrily
"The warden." he answered flatly
"Huh?"
"She was in charge of the orphanage I was in." he shrugged
"Don't you hate her for what she did to you?" she asked surprised
"Not as much as my mother." he laughed
"Your mother, but she was"
"After my father died she left me for money, ya she really loved me." he snorted
"Besides I realized that old hag made me strong. So now a days I can handle anything." he answered simply
"Is that so, well one more stop and then I'll take you back." sighed the spirt as the orphanage changed into an office.
"We're in Saladin's old office, why?" asked Riven looking around
"You'll see." she answered flatly as they stood in the middle of Riven's headmaster's office, or should I old office. The long oak desk with a pile of papers and a chair behind the desk. Windows all over the office and pictures of old students and of when Saladin was younger.
They were standing there in silence when the door opened and Saladin walked in with a skinny boy with spiked magenta hair wearing a white no sleeve shirt, magenta pants and shoes along with some magenta wrist bands. The old man with long white hair sat on the chair behind the desk while he made a chair for the boy in front of him.
"So Riven, do you know why you're here?" asked the headmaster
"No, I was only told that you had wanted to see me." he answered annoyed
"Yes, well your father a long time ago was a student of mine. And well I'm sorry he is no longer with us, he sent me a letter some time before he died in battle on Falchion."
"He wrote saying if he didn't make it out of there he wanted you to attain Red Fountain when you turned sixteen. He enclosed enough money for you to be here up until you graduate and than some." he smiled showing the soon to be sixteen year old the letter
"So?" he asked reading over the letter
"Do you want to come and attain Red Fountain?" he asked by the boy's reaction
"Do I have a choice?" he asked laying the letter on the desk
"Why yes, you will always have a choice." he replied hoping to have the young man say yes
"Fine." he shrugged
"Fine?" he questioned
"I'll come to Red Fountain." he groaned
"That's good." he smiled getting up and walking with Riven out of his office
"You're father really wanted you to come here." she smiled looking over at Riven who was looking at a picture of his father and Saladin.
"Ya, he did." he nodded not taking his eyes off of the picture
"Well my time is up, lets go." said the ghost as they disappeared and Riven reappeared in his bed at Bloom's.
"Whoa, weird dream." he grumbled as he sat up on his bed, after a bit of rubbing his head he laid back down on the pillow.
Okay, wow this was five full pages. Sorry for making all of you read this. But it was good, right? Well reply and tell me and if anyone has an idea for Christmas present spirt tell me and I'll probably use you're idea. Thanks CHW for the little idea.