A Sorceress Named Fortune
Chapter 1 For Fame or Fortune
A short young girl with long dark blue hair pulled down in a low ponytail sits precariously on a bar stool. She runs her chubby fingers through her blonde bangs, very discretely glancing at her surroundings. Her attire is exotic, but not errotic. Dashingly dressed in elegantly designed clothes, she wears a criss-cross purple top, dark blue pants, silver fingerless gloves, pitch black almost knee length boots, and a flowing crimson cape. She puts a hand to her mouth as she yawns, her rich red eyes closing shut. Her mage-like attire apparently draws attention away from the intricate sword attached to her belt.
"Hey baby, can I get ya a drink?", one of the drooling pathetic patrons slurs as he takes a seat next to the young adventuress. Not so much as looking in his direction, she places her forefinger and index finger on the intruder's forehead. "Nighty night.", she remarks with a smile as the patron falls over, chair and all, asleep on the tavern floor. Looking down at the glass before her, she delicate picks it up with her thumb and forefinger. She takes a sip of her cool caffine then, firmly grasping it in her hand, downs the whole glass at once.
Don't call me baby If you want a fire maybe Running up the road Tearing down the house
Don't mess with me Think twice
Before you say hello baby Think that you're crazy I'm nobody's baby If you want to die maybe
Don't mess with me
Out on my own Setting my path ablaze Maybe I get carried away Caught up in the breeze
Don't call me baby If you want a fire maybe I'm striking them dead Making them cry
Don't mess with me Think twice
If you're looking for fortune If you're looking for fame Don't call me baby Think twice
After paying her bill, the young sorceress, barely five feet tall, floats down from her bar stool like an angel gliding to land on crystal clear water. Once on the ground, her cape quickly flows up against her back and she softly steps along to the exit. Her footsteps offer no sound, making one wonder if there is magic in just the way that she walks.
Once outside, she lets out another yawn. She brings her small chubby hands up to her eyes and rubs them. "I'm not tired," she begins to herself, "just very bored. Nothing exciting is going on. This isn't quite as adventureous or exciting as the stories claim." Stories of bandit slaying and glittering treasure in outrageous abundance, defending the innocent from malicous mazoku quickly burst into the figurative flames of reality. Fantastical in itself, magic would seem to be quite a fairy tale, but if magic exists, then why not the dashing, heart pounding, and andrenoline gushing adventures? Surely the world is teeming with evil, yet it would seem that evil is keeping a low profile. Perhaps word of Lina's retirement had yet to reach the notorious groups of individuals who pillage and steal.
"Aw man, it looks like I'll have to get a real life and a real job. Only thing I'm fit for is arcana. Great, I'm gonna be an arcana librarian and my whole hair is gonna turn blonde and I'll live the rest of my days a crazy old kook...an unmarried kook at that." She sighs in sheer disappointment at her future prospects. If there isn't anything happening, even mercenary and bounty hunting work would be less than profitable. Waitressing could be a fairly viable option, if not for her underdeveloped form. "One would think that I'd at least be of a decent height given how giant of a man my father is. All of the texts I've read say that tall is a dominant trait over short. Of course, those are the same texts that claim that women determine the gender of a baby."
The young lady wanders aimless through the city, her long and bored face stretching along the dusty road ahead of her. Her feet move foward, unbidden by her mind, which has apparently shut itself up to limit the amount of wasted thought. Her pale red eyes gaze almost lifelessly at her feet, that barely even rise up from the ground. It doesn't matter who she is, nor does it matter where she would go. If only something could make her miserable life a little less lame. The sky dances with crimson and slowly fades to a regal purple as the sun descends down and the moon climbs upwards into the night sky. By this time, there is little point in walking back towards the village. Given her ill-apptitude for adventure, it seems unlikely that this young sorceress would be troubled in the night. However, it would probably be better if she didn't sleep under a tree. She's sure that there's a reason why, but unfortunately, the memory escapes her. With a simple spell, she floats up into the air and onto a thick and sturdy branch. She doesn't recall any reason to not sleep in a tree.
Morning lights bids her awake accompanied by the melodious songs of numerous birds of every varaity. As she stretches out with a yawn, she brushes fallen leaves out of her long blue hair. She rubs her tired red eyes to the light of the world when something suddenly lands on top of her head. A few angry chirps emit from atop her head from the squirrel that had landed upon it. Soon, it's bickering partner leaps down in pursuit. The lover's quarrel continues as the two scurry around the young sorceress's body, their tiny claws tickling her. Her girlish giggling startles the young couple causing them to prance away in panic, her hair much less for the wear. With one final yawn, she opens up her arms and makes a dramatic dive off of the tree. Before she can have a chance to hit the ground, she casts levitation, allowing herself to land safely with elogance, and even a bit of dramatic flair.
She immediately begins brushing herself off and making herself look presentable. The innocent young school girl in a really weird school uniform is clearly her approach, although a Hally Panner's Boarmole's uniform might have looked better. After assuring herself that she is now presentable, she continues on her way away from town. Certainly going back to that boring and quaint town is a waste of time for a young thrill-seeking, monster slaying, bandit punishing, and fun-frolicking adventurer such as herself. As she approaches a nearby river, she hears the voice of a young man. "Alright. This time I should be able to do it." She looks foward at the bridge over the raging river of Mortis, known for it's sweeping rapids claiming the lives of many who threw themselves into it in a fit of worthlessness. A handsome young man with short purple hair speckled with a hint of blonde, stands atop the bar, ready to plunge himself to a cold and watery grave.
"It's not my problem.", she reassures herself. However it doesn't take long before the young man finds himself falling backwards onto the bridge, startled by the sudden appearance of a cute young girl floating upside down in front of him. "Look, if you're going to kill yourself, can you do it somewhere where I don't have to see it or hear screams of agony of how miserable your life is?" The young man blinks, unsure as to what to make of his remarks. He supposed that he would have expected to be either stopped, ignored, or mocked. He certainly didn't expect to be told to kill himself some place else. "Uh, oh, I'm sorry. I tried to kill myself last night by hanging myself from a tree, but there was someone sleeping in it.", the young man explains.
The sorceress smirks apprehensively, realizing that the sleeping person he refered to is her. "Now you've got me curious, which isn't a nice thing to do. So, praytell, why are you killing yourself? If you don't want to tell...I'll just have to keep you from succeeding until you do." The young man sweatdrops in fear. The power emanating from this young woman is clearly not to be trifled with, and although they had just met, he has a feeling that she could very well accomplish that as much as she could help end his misery. "I'm an abomination to this world. A child who should never have been born. I suppose it is only polite that I should tell you my name, although you will only forget it after I am dead. My name is Seilio." "Hello Seilio, I am the young sorceress Fortune! You know, I don't see why you should die. You sure don't look like an abomination to me.", the sorceress retorts.
Seilio sighs. He really dislikes talking about his problems as it often distracts him from solving them. More so, he hates to admit the horrible heritage which has drove him to these means. Her innocent eyes tempts him, her powerful lips threatening him menancingly. Although she is clearly putting forth a great effort to appear intimidating, Seilio can tell that she is really a young and sweet girl filled with youthful innocence and purity, which melts into his very existance. She would be presistant. "Well, I'm an abomination because I'm a half-mazoku.", Seilio explains, his hanging low with shame. "Cool! That must mean you're pretty powerful!", Fortune remarks floating down beside Seilio, still sitting on the bridge where he fell. "That's not how I see it.", Seilio confesses.
The young sorceress smiles happily as she gently takes his hand and lifts him up from the ground. "You're actually pretty cute for a half-mazoku too. There's really no need to kill yourself. You'll make all of the pretty ladies sad.", Fortune informs. "Well...uh...I doubt that. Half-mazoku isn't the end of my troubles. I'm also half-dragon.", Seilio confesses quietly. "Ooooooo...what kind of dragon?" Fear slowly overwelms Seilio as he sees the young sorceress's look of innocent curiousity change to a deviously mischeivious smirk of one who is keeping a secret. "Heh...uh...not...really important...is it?", the half-breed stammers. "I know it can't be a golden dragon.", Fortune remarks cruelly with faux innocence. "Uh...yah. Well I guess I better find me some other place to..." "So you'll travel with me?", Fortune proclaims, her naive demeanor returning. "Eh? I didn't say..." "You WILL travel with me, WON'T you?", Fortune emphasizes forcefully. Seilio gulps realizing that his life is about to get more troublesome. "Please?", the young sorceress pleads with sad eyes.
Those deep and intoxicating red eyes seem so blue when they're sad. Those sweet and irresistable red eyes, the very essence of a passionate and persistant individual of power, could not be denied. "You seem like a nice enough sorceress, but I'm afraid that I'll only bring you trouble.", Seilio admits. Fortune smiles happily. "That's the very thing I'm looking for. I've been sooooooo bored lately. How am I suppose to become a beautiful sorcery genius if everything is so peaceful?", Fortune explains. "I don't think you're quite ready for the trouble my presence brings so...", Seilio admits then suddenly vanishes. Fortune sighs sadly. "Perhaps we'll meet some other time then.", a voice comments. The young sorceress's spirits lift, knowing that not only has she done something good, i.e. save someone's life, but also that she'll have a very exciting adventure sometime in the future. "Until we meet again!", Fortune proclaims happily and prances off into the distance.
I wipe the tears from my eyes Kiss mom and dad goodbye I sling on my knapsack Now there's no turning back
With my hair in the wind I can fly anywhere I can do anything, everything All I need is to believe Believe in me
There's nowhere I can't go No limit to the power I can grow Finally free to be on my own Seeing the world outside my home
With my hair in the wind I can fly anywhere I can be anything, dream All I need is to believe I believe Believe in me