Author note: I don't own Super robot monkey team or any of the characters. Too bad, if I would, I wouldn't write this stuff…I would write for cartoon! But since I don't… I'm glad that you like my story: D
Dawn had that night and nights before same dreams, or should I say nightmares? In dreams she was in paradise! Waterfall and palms, plus a beautiful castle in waterfall, which towers were shining and rising to the sky and there was temple…as a cloudy dream of perfection. So why I said that it was a nightmare? Cause of one person that she did not knew. Every night was same tale, but not tonight. Tonight she let her speak. This night she wasn't chasing the person, not even that person chased her. The person smiled. She started to speak. Her voice almost put her to sleep. Almost like wind she spoke and waves played melody of life and death…and nature was their daughter. She felt that in her voice…but she felt her weakness…she was dying…
'' After you master my lessons, it will seem, as thought the whole of the world has opened up to your mind and nothing is beyond your grasp…
When time comes, meet me at Graceful Adept on planet of water, nature and air, but do not seek fire, not yet. On Mimore you shall seek peace, in temple of shadows you'll find you're time and as a finale you will fulfill you're first task whit me…'' she wanted to walk away.
''Wait! Please, tell me more…at least who are you and why are you giving me this burden…''
'' Don't struggle with you're destiny…Some things are joust there…already prepared for us…we are joust servants of the Fates…and if you seek my true name…Every day, I fight for my life and win. Every night, I fight to remember my name and lose. But when time comes and I am needed, and when humans and others species become same they call me and so can you…Lady Azami.''
''Don't go yet! I don't understand!
Lady Azami stopped and looked at her. She was in dilemma, but she quickly said:
'' I delivered message. If you accept it or not…it's up to you. This is all what I can say. It's your turn…remember if you don't open it, then you don't need to come…and that would be a shame…such a potential and power…'' with these words image of her and place behind her disappeared. Blackness covered her and she fell on knees and first time since her 13birthday she cried:
''Please…I want to know…I'm…I'm…afraid…why time doesn't go faster? I'm cold…''
'' Woke up! Woke up! It's you're birthday!'' her little sister jumped on her bed. And like this wasn't bad enough she was yelling!
''W…wat? I mean what?''
'' It's 7th July and it's seven o'clock! Don't tell me that you forgot!''
''I…She…it's not July yet! When I fall asleep it was May…''
''MOM! DAWN HITTED HER HEAD AGAIN! You know, this is the…third, fourth, fifth, siks (she's eight years old), seventh time that you said that you slept over few days…''
''It happened before?'' wondered Dawn.
'' MOM, SHE DOESN'T REMEMBER LAST TIMES! You're freaking me out…an A+ student, which doesn't know that. Do you remember finishing elementary school? Or giving away application for grammar school?''
''Emmm…I did that stuff?'' she asked again. Her head was fuzzy and her brains were working with full speed…
''MOM!'' Denise yelled again.
'' If it is my birthday…'' Denis jumped in her words
''It is.''
''And if it is July'' Denise jumped again.
''IT IS!''
'' Then mom had night job and not even a cannon would woke her up. She probably left letter with instructions downstairs.''
''Um… Oh, yeah. Now I re…remem…remember.''
'' Who hit it's own head now? He, he, he…'' but Denise had already an answer.
'' Probably you! I remember saying that mom left letter. Have you lost you're short-term memory?''
'' No I haven't.'' Dawn rolled with her eyes.
'' C'mon…I'll bake for us funny-shaped pancakes.''
''No. I'll do it, it's you're birthday.''
''Ouh, you wish. Last time you cooked, fireman came because of the smoke…and you were doing a simple pancake and I have to mention they were black!''
'' Are you shore that you haven't lost you're long-term memory?''
''No, only my short-termed one.''
''And I hoped that you forgot.'' She mumbled.
''Hey, I forgot something. My present for you!'' she quickly changed talking point. She took a colorful backpack with one pocket. Kinda hippy, if you asked Dawn.
''It's beautiful'' but Denise continued.
''Not the backpack, thought it's yours now. Look in, or better took it out!'' she was smiling.
Dawn hated her presents. For once she wished that Denise would rather ask her then …
''Oh my heavens! Denise!'' she took back her thoughts. In her hands was a small hand made black crystal rose (but only blossom- none stalk with leaf).
'' I always looked to window shop of Mrs. Page! And I was so sad, when they sold the store out! How did you…?''
''Well, I followed you and…didn't you notice how many times I didn't buy anything for myself? Beside, black is my favorite color…''
''Oh, Denise…'' she hugged her and she was crying tears of happiness.
''O.k.…. but I'd like to breath again!''
''Sorry…''
''Would you make pancakes as an apology?''
''O.k. I'll dress up, took my rose and diary in new backpack and then I'll bake some pancakes and then we can go…''
''To park! I love when you're in good mood!'' she ran to dress up too.
''Yeah…good mood…or joust too much of fear to be strong?'' she asked herself. She did as she said. Dressed up, took backpack and put rose and her diary into it. The weirdest thing was, that it wasn't heavy! And as a plus she baked pancakes before Denise came down.
''Wow. It passed only three minutes!'' Denise said.
''Whatever.'' Denise added later.
''Should I put''?
''In backpack Denise.'' Said Dawn. But she did not know that that thing wasn't letter. It was envelop for her from her mom.
''Whatever'' said Denise again. They quickly eat pancakes and ran to park. Today it was a special day (although it was summer), cause a famous skate-singer on ice came in their town… like each year. And this year she supposes to have a contest and the main award is her flute. Only three will be enough lucky to be chosen to compete with her in skating. And they have chose: Millie Jones, Tara Torre and… Dawn Nazo.
Me: I feel good, na, na, na, na, na….
Hyper force: When do we come in?
Me: So good…huh? Next chapter. Why?
Hyper force: We're freaked bored!
Me: So…?
Hyper force: Do it or…. (Sound of their weapon)
Me: OoO…O.K. Joust be com…(typing sound)
Sprx: It always works