First off: I am so so so so so so so so sorry that I haven't been updating. There was a mixture of writer's block and laziness, and then I went on a hiatus for Thanksgiving, and then I was lazy again, and then I was focusing on Of Demons and Men. About a week ago, I wanted to start working on this again, but - alas! - I have no experience with cars or races and the race scene is up next. I figured that the best way to go would be to watch The Fast and The Furious, because that's a street racing movie, right? Bad news: I don't have that movie, and neither does anyone I know. I have limited funds, so I can't buy it myself.
But then I remembered that I had THIS baby in storage. It wasn't complete, and it's short even though I'm done with it, and... well... it kind of sucks. However, it provides a little background on Midori's necklace (which is really old and priceless) and a bit of background on her family. Not much, but... Gah! I'm just going to stop talking.
Whoa. I just checked reviews to see if there was any questions I needed to answer and saw just how long I've been gone from this story. I am so sorry. I am a horrible person.
As soon as I get my paws on that movie, I'll put out the next chapter.
The Zmaj Ogrlica. The Dragon Necklace. A silver dragon curled around a priceless emerald. Many said that it was cursed. They feared it.
The legend said that once upon a time, a great king gave it to his beloved wife, who was with child with his son and heir. All was well until she gave birth. Overcome with joy, the proud parents presented the necklace to him. Less than a week later, on an annual visit to her sister, her carriage crashed, killing her instantly.
The king grieved immensely. His councillors urged him to marry again several months later. He reluctantly agreed, as his son, who was now a toddler, needed a mother. They found a sweet young woman, who loved the king and his son dearly. The prince, as a symbol of his affection, offered his new step-mother his necklace. Two weeks later, the boy grew ill and died.
The cycle continued for hundreds of years. Every time the necklace passed onto a new owner, the previous one perished. People would shy away from the bearer, for fear that they would somehow also be killed.
One day, the necklace came to a young woman, betrothed to the love of her life. Being new in the country, she was unaware of the supposed curse surrounding the necklace. After her marriage, she found herself with child. She felt drawn to present the necklace to her newborn daughter. However, as they were traveling homeward, bandits fell upon the new family. Both of the parents were killed.
Just before the bandits left the baby to die, not noticing the priceless necklace on her, a green dragon by the name of Berdea arrived. When he saw the sad scene, he flew into a rage and destroyed the bandits. Taking the girl under his wing, he named her 'Midori', for her eyes and hair were as green as the trees. He raised her as his own, teaching her Dragon Slayer magic until his own death. She was then taken in by the Flame Dragon King Igneel, who taught her alongside his own son, Natsu.
When Igneel vanished with all the other dragons, Midori and Natsu fended for themselves for a month before accepting that he was not returning. Natsu left the cave her grew up in to find a new home for himself and Midori. However, upon returning, he discovered her blood splattered across the clearing. All that remained of her was the silver dragon necklace she had bequeathed unto him.
Some people say that if the owner merely loans the necklace, no harm would come to them. They would only suffer some horrible luck for a month. This is just a myth, though all myths have a seed of truth...
Again, so sorry. Please don't kill me in the reviews.