Yo, tykes! I’m trying to manage my stories now, and I thought to post one here. This follows the story of Ally and Takeru, and a title hasn’t been thought of yet, so any good ideas for the title later on would be cool. Ifyou need to find any of the characters, the’yve all been drawn by me and posted in my sketches thread. Some are old, but hey, any reference is better than no reference, hm? (tykes…?)
I’d appreciate feedback of any kind. It’s been awhile since I’ve worked on my stories, and I feel that I’m not as good as I used to be. This is Takeru’s prologue, and Ally’s prologue will be the next one, tykes…
A note or two… (tykes…)
[spoiler]Birth symbol- In the majority of parts in my fictional world, newborns are given a birth symbol as they enter life. This usually depicts their nature, or sometimes their fate in life. The symbol is worn in some way for identification purposes. Timber doen not wear his for privacy reasons, and RJ and Anya are without a birth symbol. (tykes, tykes)
Syrie- I tried giving her some sort of accent, and if you dont like it, I’ll change it back, tykes…
Magic- While the magic in my stories are drawn out by weapon, there are some families who are such experts in magic that they literaly cant get ti out of their head, which is why Takeru and Mother Takeru are able to perform simple tasks, such as making breakfast. In other words, they have a high imagination. This doesn’t make as much sense, but I’ll try to explain it better later on, tykes… [/spoiler]
“Another bright morning”. He fumbled out of the bed and managed those few words. While trying to find his way out of a seemingly endless wrap of blanket, he poked his hand out of the mess and did a frantic wave. THe blanket followed suit, as if possessed, and turned to his command. He could finally toss the blanket aside, revealing a face still half- asleep, growing a huge heap of brown, untidy hair.
“As always, another bright morning, and my first action goes wrong,” the young man felt very down about the whole scenario and let out a sigh. And then, as if he had a revelation, his eyes grew wide, and he slapped himself with such force. The young man suddenly grew hesitant, and a look of focus was strong from across his face.
“N-No! Today, I… I’ll make a good d-d-day!” He threw himself at his closet and reached his clothes, and then mae a mad dash towards the room opposite his for a change in wardrobe.
“Takeru! Come down for breakfast!” An older woman was cooking away in her kitchen, handling every inch of her gas stove. It was with one hand that she kept her eggs in shape with a spatula, and another hand that was frying the sausages, which were almost done. Even though her hands were at work, her eyes were on the pans in the back. Staring at the toast covered in egg, she had it locked in her mind, and the french toast- in- training flipped over.
She gave a call again to this ‘Takeru’, but no reply. “Such a hard sleeper”, she sighed. After that comment, a loud THUD! came from upstairs. Suddenly, a CRASH! and the woman’s head lowered, and sighed even more, “Great, I just fixed that vase…”
“You need any help, Mother Takeru?” With all of the commotion going on, the girl at the table decided to lend a hand and lighten the load, “After all, why use magic to cook, when an extra set o’ hands are nearby?”
Mother Takeru regained her senses, and pulled her hair out of her eyes, " Oh, dont worry about it, Syrie. After all you’re the guest here, and old women like me need daily tasks like these to exercise our magic now and again". She gave a laugh, interrupted by another *THUD!, *which put her down again. “You dont think he’s falling on purpose, do you?”
Syrie looked confused, “Why would you think that?”
“Well, I have a feeling that that boy’s coming up with an excuse to stay inside today.” Mother Takeru finished her french toast and began arranging food onto sparkling- bright dishes, “The world scares him so much after the death of his father- I’m sure he doesn’t even want to look at the outside air, if it was visible.”
Syrie tried to manage a comforting smile on her face. “Dont’cha worry, Mother Takeru! He’s been getting better! The Amazing Syrie’s been giving him tests O’ courage everyday, and he’s been doing very well! I actually got 'im to climb a building yesterday!”
Mother Takeru was shocked. Her little boy couldn’t muster something of that caliber. “All by himself?”
Syrie bit her lip, “Well, I helped him a little. He was complaining abou’ heights… but today’s different! We’re going to explore a newly discovered temple today!” She rose from the table, striking a heroic pose and a mysterious draft began to carry her hair and sash with her birth symbol on a breeze. “I explored it yesterday! Full O’ situations t’ awake the inner fighter in Takeru!”
The pose set her aside, but Mother Takeru began to smile. “It’s safe to say that I’m glad that Takeru has met a friend like you. Just the person to rely on for those tough situations.”
“Takeru’s my best friend! There’s no way I’d leave 'im in the dust when he needs me!” Syrie looked out of the window. The outside couldn’t have look more beautiful. The trees were aligned, revealing the white trail of the mountain and a wide assortment of flowers.
Syrie smiled, and the outside wind began to play with her ebony hair with white tips. “Besides, it’s a big world, and there’s nothing I want more than for Takeru t’ explore it with me…”
Steps could be heard from behind the wall, and the boy from earlier turned into the kitchen. He wore a long coat, to match his tall and lanky body. On his left arn, was his birth symbol, a large ‘XD’ easily visible.
The boy gave a half- hearted laugh, and was scratching the back of his head “Sorry, mom, I kinda broke the vase again…”
“Oh, dont worry, I’ll fix it later, Takeru,” Mother Takeru brought the plates to the table, “Now hurry up and eat! The food’s getting cold!” Syrie ran up to him and nudged his shoulder, “Ya know, wouldn’t it kill ya t’ wake up early to help your mom out once in awhile?”
Takeru’s face grew flustered, now letting his drooping head do the talking, “W-Well, I, uh…”
Syrie laughed, “Hey, dont worry about it.” She paused, and looked with a fixed stare at Takeru’s shoulders. “Huh? Since when did you get taller? I swear, ya going t’ have a hard time fitting in elevators…” Takeru looked at her in a confused way, and she remembered fast, “Right, right, ya’ve no idea because ya’ve never seen one. Well, you’re in luck today, ya are! We’re going t’ a temple today that someone dug up!”
Takeru looked uneasy, and started stammering again, “I-I’m not sure, Syrie…”
“Now, none of that,” she gave a fist to her palm, “It’s been approved by The Amazing Syrie! Ya know it’s okay then, right? Or, is it that…”
She turned away, and started shaking. Takeru began to approach her, when she turned around again, tears running down her face, “Ya dont believe me, do ya? Your own best friend? After all we’ve been through as kids, and whatever…”
And so, Syrie began her little show, crying her heart out. Takeru flinched at the sound of the first sob, and started looking left and right, hoping to find an answer along the walls somewhere. Mother Takeru staged a furious act, as well, “Takeru! how dare you make a woman cry in this house!” He turned around, freaked out by the sudden confusion," W-What do I d-d-do, mom…?"
“Well, you obviously do what she wants, unless you want out of the house for a while, and by that, I mean a month, or two, or three…” Mother Takeru was a good actor, but at this time, it was unclear to tellwether she was seriously acting, or was strongly intent on throwing him out. Takeru, also unable to tell, gave in with a start. “O-Okay, Syrie! I’ll go to the temple!” Turning around, Syrie had already began to feel better. In fact, it was like her tears weren’t even there.
She gave a big grin, “Ya wont be disappointed, not one bit!”
Over time, the three ate their breakfast and Syrie and Takeru started for the outside. Syrie doubled back and picked up a somewhat thin, sheathed rapier from by the door, and they both waved good-bye to Mother Takeru, who smiled and waved back, and began to tend ot the nearby flowers, delicately observing the patterns and lost in thought.
‘Good luck Takeru, and make me proud!’
