Sunday, January 22, 2006

   Prologue (Title Of Story Unknown) A Riku Love Story
I need you guys to help me think of a title for this story. And now...we start!

The water gently lapped the shore as she walked, bare-footed, along the sand. She was dressed in a strapless, flowing black dress made entirely out of feathers; she'd shed the black boots she'd been wearing back at the house on the cliff some five miles behind her. Deep red-orange hair framed her slightly-tanned face and blew gently into crystal-blue eyes. She'd taken a walk to get away from the partying back at the house. Suddenly, the warm summer air turned icy cold and screams could be heard from behind her. The girl whirled around. Something like a huge black cloud had enveloped her house.
"No!" The word escaped her lips at barely more than a whisper, but it echoed back to her in the stillness as she pounded back along the sand, following her footprints. As suddenly as it had come, the stillness and coldness were gone; the cloud lifted over the house. Still the girl kept running, sparying sea water and sand everywhere. She reached the house and barrelled though the doors. It was completely empty.
"Mom? Dad?" Her voice sounded strange, out of place, to her. Realization took over. She was completely alone. Her parents and everyone had disappeared along with that cloud. As she sank to the floor, the clock chimed twice. Two AM. Her sobs echoed off the walls until she fell asleep...

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That same girl sat up in bed just as the clock announced two AM. This time, however, instead of wearing a black dress, she wore pajamas. A cool breeze fluttered the curtain beside her bed as she rubbed her eyes. An unopened envelope lay on her dressed; the envelope read "Arisa" in neat, fancy handwriting.
Swinging her legs out of bed, the girl, obviously Arisa, leaned on the windowsill to watch the waved lap the shore. Exactly two years ago she'd been walking down that shore, just trying to have some quiet...
"Well, Arisa, you have it now," she murmured to herself.
With a sigh, she realized she'd never be able to sleep now, so she straightened up and strode to her dresser. Slithering out of her pajamas, Arisa pulled on a pair of jean shorts and a black tank top. Pulling her hair back into a messy half-bun, half-ponytail, she padded down the hallway to the stairs and started down.
She'd barely reached the second step when she froze, turned, and returned to her room. She hesitated with her hand outstretched for a moment, then took the letter off the dresser. Turning, Arisa continued back down the stairs (all the way this time) and exited the large house by way of the kitchen door.
After descending the steep incline her house was situated on, Arisa made her way to the beach. Sitting down on the shore and letting the water tickle her bare feet, she cast one glance at the forest behind her before staring at the envelope in her hand.
Sliding her fingers under the flap of the envelope, Arisa pulled out a piece of paper. The top left and bottom right corners had flowers on them. She pulled out two more pieces of paper like that one before she started to read.

Dearest Arisa,
I'm glad you actually opened this letter, whether it be two days or two years from now. As you know, today is the anniversary of...well, you know. I'm so sorry to say that your uncle and I can't make it today to come and visit you and Lux is, well, Lux, so it's safe to say he's not coming. We love you, Arisa. Remember that. Well...if you feel like writing back, you know where to find us. Keep out of trouble...
Love always,
Aunt Carmeline
PS: Lux has just informed me he might be dropping by to see you. Love you, Arisa...

Arisa sighed, putting th letter on the sand beside her and putting a rock on top of it. She stared at the blank pieces of paper. She had enough to wallpaper her room with. Looking down at the letter, she snorted. "We love you, Arisa." If you really loved me, you'd be here right now. At least Lux stops by every now and then. Shaking her head, she slid the other two blank sheets under the rock and turned her eyes to the water. Quiet. She'd always wanted. Now she had it too much...

So, that's the end of the Prologue. It's actually told in first-person (I, me, my...), but the Prologue is in third-person. So...Yeah. Let me know how you like it so far, and if you have any title ideas...
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