Forward!
^U^
Well, your reading this can mean only one thing. We succeeded and you found my journal while I was out with the rest of the girls getting a victory pizza! I'm pretty sure that's what we'll do once it's over, so I'll make sure it's so. But what's this? While we're munching happily on our cheesy-coated-Italian-dinner-pancakes, you're reading this wondering what I'm going on about us surviving. Well, I'll assume that since my adventure isn't done while I'm writing this, but our chances are still looking pretty good, I think it's safe to assume that it was an epic adventure. I'm not fully clear on the details though. Something about evil demons that are going to take over your world (was my world but I think my parents signed me up for some exchange student program or something) So, I'll stop boring you to death with the prologue and let you get to the real story.
see you soon!
~Aria
see you soon!
~Aria
Day One: June 6th, 2012
When I walked in the door of the slightly undersized mansion, I was greeted by the upbeat rhythm of my dad’s violin wafting through the halls like the scent of fresh baked cookies. I gave a bright smile when I realized what that meant. Dad home= dad not going to any concerts tonight, which also= mom not having any concerts for him to go to= me not being all on my own and lonesomeness tonight! I dashed joyfully to the study where the lively notes were spawning and beheld the wonder of his dance as he played with his eyes closed, allowing the music to overtake him easily. I always found it encouraging to watch my dad play with such joy, so different than when he performs for audiences. It was always my way of proving that I wasn’t adopted, and if anyone’s, I was truly his daughter.
When the song was finished and he lowered the bow, I gave him a round of thunderous applause with easily coaxed a grin from his features.
“There you are Little Song,” he said as he lowered the violin into its case and snapped it shut, then scooped me up into a bear hug and lifted me off my feet. I irrupted into a bout of giggle fits as my dad ruffled my multicolored, lopsided hair and set me back on my feet.
“So you’re going to be home for the night?”
“That’s right kiddo, that means that I can finally try out that ‘bonding’ thing that all the parents go on about. Speaking of which…” he pulled out a bag chock-full of balloons, a funnel, and an array of paint can, and we both gave cheers, similar to that of the barbarians when their warrior brings home a reindeer for the tribe. “Thought I might try something new, and that wall upstairs has been looking pretty boring, mind if I help you give it a bit of a customization job?” I couldn’t help it, I squealed and hopped like one of those magical pixie-horse-things. Then I remembered something.
“Is mom helping?”
“I don’t see any reason why she wouldn’t, though I would think that she’d be home by no-” as if to answer the unspoken question, a familiar ringing blared from his pocket and he fumbled with it slipping out of his hands twice before her could flip it over his ear. “Hey Mariam, we were jus- what?! OH-!” he stopped before he could swear when he swung me an embarrassed flush of his face, “..crap… Yeah, I’m sorry, I completely forgot about the collaboration project…. Sorry, tell them I’ll be there in a little bit… alright see you there.” He flipped off the Phone and stuck it back in his pocket.
He leaned forward and rested his hands on his knees so that we were at eye level. A part of me was hurt, but I couldn’t help being amused either. Oh dad, you’re scheduling skills were never fully up to snuff.
“Maybe I should make you a planner, or something to write these things in,” I said with a grin. He grinned back, though I could see the regret laced into his features. He gave my hair another scruff then kissed my forehead as he started to straighten and reach for his violin case.
“Your mom said that she’s sorry she couldn’t hang out with us, but she loves you bunches, and she’ll be happy to help with decorating the walls next time we all get the spare time.”
“I didn’t hear you mention that over the phone,” I said as I tilted my head in cunfuzzelment.
“Oh, we’ve been planning on doing that with you for a while now, we just haven’t gotten a break. Well, I gotta’ go, or she’ll strongly consider ripping my head of when I finally get there. See ya’ Little Song!”
I was still waving after him, even when he was no longer within my sights. Then I picked up the sack full of our supplies for the family’s later group project and skipped merrily off to a room that looked like someone went wild with gallons and gallons of different paints, splattering it all over the walls, floor, and ceiling, as well as hand-prints, smiley face, and foot prints in places most wouldn’t even think possible. I gingerly put the sack into the only empty cabinet left in my room and closed it, skipping over to my laptop and putting on some music while I went through my personal supplies for a new canvas, clean paintbrushes and acrylics, etc., etc., etc.
By the time I was ready to start on my newest project, my favorite song came on and I close my eyes to sing along while I started on the picture. To be quite honest, my making the painting was all a blur, as it always is. I remember certain details though, like how I noticed the beginnings of an ocean when I was singing that part about doing the dishes, and how dreamlike the sky became after the part about swallowing a mouthful of soapy water. But the thing I remember most was the crow that randomly appeared in the painting after the song had ended.
Now, it’s not that I don’t like crows- I actually really like the creatures that share my love for the colorful and shiny- but where it was just didn’t fit in with the rest of the painting. I figured that I’d just cover it up and put it in a more fitting place later. So I turned around to add an appropriate color to the brush, and turned back to the painting, only to find that it was no longer in the painting, but perched eerily on my easel. Its shiny black I stared at me and I stared back with wide eyes, wondering whether it was planning or fly off or start ripping the painting, but before my thoughts can go any farther, it shoots its head forward and squawks in my face.
Needless to say, if I wasn’t shocked before, I REALLY was now. So much so that I jumped back and lost all balance, falling on my back and finding myself facing a large vibrant mural on a hexagonal ceiling. It’s not with people, or shapes, just multiple scenes, one for each face of the hexagon. It’s not crazy. Not out there. But it’s not dull either. There’s only one word to describe murals like these: beautiful. So beautiful, in fact, that it made up for the simplicity of the rest of the room. The room was lined by a single row of gorgeous flowers that looped the whole place, and the floor was a mirror that reflected the ceiling’s murals back to me, only differently. As everything on my side of the mirror was day, the other side converted it all to night. Even my own reflection was cast by the glow of moonlight, where my real body felt warm and radiant, like I was standing in a patch of sunlight on a warm summer day. Though I know there’s no sun, because there aren’t any windows here, or there in the mirror.
For a while I sat there and stared at myself in the mirror, cast by a blue and white hue. After a while, my eyes began to lazily wander again, and I realized that everything seemed, like in the reflection, to be submerged in night. I looked down and saw that I was now looking at the daytime version of my room. I smiled, ‘This is pretty awesome!’ I thought. Then I looked up to find myself back in the daytime. I gave the room another look around and gave the six-sided pyramid some deserving attention. Each corner of the pyramid has a pillar reaching upward with different symbols above each, which I didn’t quite understand the meaning of, but the architect of this room had WAY too much good stuff in her to have me complaining about something I don’t quite get. An artist, of all people, should know not to question the vision of another. Floating above the pyramid itself is a glowing, golden orb, which explained the “sunlight” being cast around the room. I glanced at the orb in the reflection and found it to be an icy blue, much like the hue of moonlight on the other side of the mirror.
I found something else in that room that took a special bit of my attention: a hello kitty notebook, that changed colors as I turned it. In writing that looked like every letter was in a different font, I read my full name. Aria Glissando Mel. And in a special pocket along the spine, I found a colorful pen with a HUGE piece of fuzzy FUZZ on the end! Oh my lordiness!! I could tell you how much I adore that thing- aw heck, why not, it’s not like I have much else to do. I LOVE THIS PEN!!! IT TICKKLES MY FACE AS I WRITE AND IT’S SO AMAZING!
Any way, that brings an end to my day so far, unless you’d like for me to recount the details of me writing this very journal entry- which I’d love to do, but doubt you’d love to read. So I’ll leave it at that.
See you later ^^
~Aria
When the song was finished and he lowered the bow, I gave him a round of thunderous applause with easily coaxed a grin from his features.
“There you are Little Song,” he said as he lowered the violin into its case and snapped it shut, then scooped me up into a bear hug and lifted me off my feet. I irrupted into a bout of giggle fits as my dad ruffled my multicolored, lopsided hair and set me back on my feet.
“So you’re going to be home for the night?”
“That’s right kiddo, that means that I can finally try out that ‘bonding’ thing that all the parents go on about. Speaking of which…” he pulled out a bag chock-full of balloons, a funnel, and an array of paint can, and we both gave cheers, similar to that of the barbarians when their warrior brings home a reindeer for the tribe. “Thought I might try something new, and that wall upstairs has been looking pretty boring, mind if I help you give it a bit of a customization job?” I couldn’t help it, I squealed and hopped like one of those magical pixie-horse-things. Then I remembered something.
“Is mom helping?”
“I don’t see any reason why she wouldn’t, though I would think that she’d be home by no-” as if to answer the unspoken question, a familiar ringing blared from his pocket and he fumbled with it slipping out of his hands twice before her could flip it over his ear. “Hey Mariam, we were jus- what?! OH-!” he stopped before he could swear when he swung me an embarrassed flush of his face, “..crap… Yeah, I’m sorry, I completely forgot about the collaboration project…. Sorry, tell them I’ll be there in a little bit… alright see you there.” He flipped off the Phone and stuck it back in his pocket.
He leaned forward and rested his hands on his knees so that we were at eye level. A part of me was hurt, but I couldn’t help being amused either. Oh dad, you’re scheduling skills were never fully up to snuff.
“Maybe I should make you a planner, or something to write these things in,” I said with a grin. He grinned back, though I could see the regret laced into his features. He gave my hair another scruff then kissed my forehead as he started to straighten and reach for his violin case.
“Your mom said that she’s sorry she couldn’t hang out with us, but she loves you bunches, and she’ll be happy to help with decorating the walls next time we all get the spare time.”
“I didn’t hear you mention that over the phone,” I said as I tilted my head in cunfuzzelment.
“Oh, we’ve been planning on doing that with you for a while now, we just haven’t gotten a break. Well, I gotta’ go, or she’ll strongly consider ripping my head of when I finally get there. See ya’ Little Song!”
I was still waving after him, even when he was no longer within my sights. Then I picked up the sack full of our supplies for the family’s later group project and skipped merrily off to a room that looked like someone went wild with gallons and gallons of different paints, splattering it all over the walls, floor, and ceiling, as well as hand-prints, smiley face, and foot prints in places most wouldn’t even think possible. I gingerly put the sack into the only empty cabinet left in my room and closed it, skipping over to my laptop and putting on some music while I went through my personal supplies for a new canvas, clean paintbrushes and acrylics, etc., etc., etc.
By the time I was ready to start on my newest project, my favorite song came on and I close my eyes to sing along while I started on the picture. To be quite honest, my making the painting was all a blur, as it always is. I remember certain details though, like how I noticed the beginnings of an ocean when I was singing that part about doing the dishes, and how dreamlike the sky became after the part about swallowing a mouthful of soapy water. But the thing I remember most was the crow that randomly appeared in the painting after the song had ended.
Now, it’s not that I don’t like crows- I actually really like the creatures that share my love for the colorful and shiny- but where it was just didn’t fit in with the rest of the painting. I figured that I’d just cover it up and put it in a more fitting place later. So I turned around to add an appropriate color to the brush, and turned back to the painting, only to find that it was no longer in the painting, but perched eerily on my easel. Its shiny black I stared at me and I stared back with wide eyes, wondering whether it was planning or fly off or start ripping the painting, but before my thoughts can go any farther, it shoots its head forward and squawks in my face.
Needless to say, if I wasn’t shocked before, I REALLY was now. So much so that I jumped back and lost all balance, falling on my back and finding myself facing a large vibrant mural on a hexagonal ceiling. It’s not with people, or shapes, just multiple scenes, one for each face of the hexagon. It’s not crazy. Not out there. But it’s not dull either. There’s only one word to describe murals like these: beautiful. So beautiful, in fact, that it made up for the simplicity of the rest of the room. The room was lined by a single row of gorgeous flowers that looped the whole place, and the floor was a mirror that reflected the ceiling’s murals back to me, only differently. As everything on my side of the mirror was day, the other side converted it all to night. Even my own reflection was cast by the glow of moonlight, where my real body felt warm and radiant, like I was standing in a patch of sunlight on a warm summer day. Though I know there’s no sun, because there aren’t any windows here, or there in the mirror.
For a while I sat there and stared at myself in the mirror, cast by a blue and white hue. After a while, my eyes began to lazily wander again, and I realized that everything seemed, like in the reflection, to be submerged in night. I looked down and saw that I was now looking at the daytime version of my room. I smiled, ‘This is pretty awesome!’ I thought. Then I looked up to find myself back in the daytime. I gave the room another look around and gave the six-sided pyramid some deserving attention. Each corner of the pyramid has a pillar reaching upward with different symbols above each, which I didn’t quite understand the meaning of, but the architect of this room had WAY too much good stuff in her to have me complaining about something I don’t quite get. An artist, of all people, should know not to question the vision of another. Floating above the pyramid itself is a glowing, golden orb, which explained the “sunlight” being cast around the room. I glanced at the orb in the reflection and found it to be an icy blue, much like the hue of moonlight on the other side of the mirror.
I found something else in that room that took a special bit of my attention: a hello kitty notebook, that changed colors as I turned it. In writing that looked like every letter was in a different font, I read my full name. Aria Glissando Mel. And in a special pocket along the spine, I found a colorful pen with a HUGE piece of fuzzy FUZZ on the end! Oh my lordiness!! I could tell you how much I adore that thing- aw heck, why not, it’s not like I have much else to do. I LOVE THIS PEN!!! IT TICKKLES MY FACE AS I WRITE AND IT’S SO AMAZING!
Any way, that brings an end to my day so far, unless you’d like for me to recount the details of me writing this very journal entry- which I’d love to do, but doubt you’d love to read. So I’ll leave it at that.
See you later ^^
~Aria
Day Two: June 7th, 2012
Hey! You may be thinking that I forgot about you after a day- but I didn’t, I’m still here. Sorry, I spent the rest of this night (of my past entry) jumping on the mirror and crashing through to the other side without making a crack in the glass. It was pretty entertaining, and it gave me plenty of distraction from how little I had to do here. Sometimes I’d stop to wonder what it is I’m doing here. Maybe it was a REALLY awesome exchange program my parents decided to surprise me with! Though… yeah, maybe not. I dunno what it is. But it was pretty fun. I spent hours running around the room and examining the murals and sketching the flowers (if you continue to read and find a random flower sketch then you’ll know that it was from today)
But I’ll be honest, after a while the sun and moon of my room had really begun to grab my attention. I tried sketching both, for after a while in the room I had realized that flaming pale-blue and blazing yellow balls of flames weren’t all that they were. They did have a somewhat definite form, and looked more like the sun and moon then I’d realized. The only difference was that I could look into the sun for as long as I wanted without seeing those funny spots, which is good, cause I spent a LOT of time staring at it. After another long time of sketching flowers and cataloguing the details of the murals, I heard music. Now this music was nothing like the music that I pull up on youtube while I paint, no, it was a glorious music that I had known well since my childhood. From the sun came the tune of my father’s violin, lively and easily able to coax a smile.
I wanted to go toward it, for by now I had begun to miss dear mum and dad, and wondered if they had returned home yet from the recordings to notice my absence. To hear that violin again was a comfort in itself, and I actually found myself walking toward the pyramid that held the sun above and attempted to climb a bit before I lost my footing and fell through the mirror, shards flying around me until I finally found myself in the room of night, which had a new, yet equally as familiar sound in the air. From the moon came the sweet strand of melody that could only come from my mother’s flute, calm and inviting. Now, obviously I wanted to run to get closer to the moon as well, but something fell over me at that moment.
It was the feeling of wanting to be impartial, I loved my mother but also my father, so I felt that if I reached out to one or the other then it would somehow hurt the feelings of the one that wasn’t chosen. Besides, I couldn’t pick a favorite between the two so I sat down and closed my eyes for a moment while I reminisced in my mother’s song. During this time I felt a sort of humming which came from the mirror, believing that it must have been my father’s music coming from the other side. After a bit longer I decided to lay down with my eyes still closed and press my ear to the mirror where my father’s violin played on the other side, while my mother’s flute sang to me in the other ear.
That was the most beautiful music I had ever heard, and probably ever WILL hear, as the two songs intertwined into a harmony that I could never dream of. My eyelids slowly slid open and I stares at the sun’s reflection in the mirror, and could feel myself slipping over to the other side of the mirror and as I felt in a place between the two rooms, I reached out to touch both the sun and moon and my worst fear came to life. The colors in both rooms melted away, as it did on my clothes, my nails, my journal, my hair, everything. All I had now were two sets of greyscales, which terrified me. I know black and white and all the greys were the building blocks to sight and art but… something seemed so disconnected when the color went away, like if a dog has its favorite biscuit taken away.
After that, many things happened at once, the music was now in perfect harmony with one another, and it only got louder… and louder… and louder… and louder, and louder still, until the very music that had given me comfort and security for so long hurt my ears in a feeling that I could only describe as my eardrum being beaten by a gorilla, and slowly started to spread the pain. Then the lack of color, and the shifts from white to black between the rooms caused an even more intense pain behind my eyes, which too spread. These two pains met at my heart, as if they had traveled through my veins and now resided happily it some sort of pain “family reunion” It wasn’t pleasant at all, and I was really quite scared, I closed my eyes and pressed the heels of my hands to my temples until all at once it was gone and I opened my eyes to find myself in a whole lot of nothing.
But not just nothing… nothing with COLOR!!! What a relief it was to find only a bunch of YELLOW sand , and a GREEN cactus, with little CREAM COLORED spikes. Oh how I wanted to hug my dear new cactus friend, the proclaimer of my reclaimed sight.
“THANK YOU MR. CACTUS!!!!” I screamed gleefully into the BLUE sky.
“What in Hades are you yelling at?!” a gruff female voice yelled at me from behind, and I swung around to face her. She had short dark brown hair, with bangs that covered her eyes and… well heck, almost all of her was black, and yet I found appreciation in that. Though I had a dislike for things that were only greyscale, she made me appreciate the color even more whenever I saw it. She glared at me, and I smiled at her. “And what are you looking at Rainbow Dash?” she spit out the name of the dear pony like poison, but I didn’t mind. In fact, something even began to bubble inside me that came out as a long, happy, involuntary yet completely welcome giggle fit, complete with snorts.
I couldn’t talk, that was how much I was giggling, and I just couldn’t stop! Though I didn’t care, I just jumped forward to glomp her happily. “Now I’m in the desert with my two new friends,” I managed once the giggles weren’t quite as heavy, “Ms. Dark Colors and Mr. Cactus!” Now she stared at me in a mixture of horror and disgust and pushed me off, hiding behind Mr. Cactus to keep our prickly friend between us. I started giggling even more at this and was bent over, hands on knees, face screwed up, and tears rolling down my face. Then I heard a hiccup and continued to laugh until I managed to calm down a bit, and that hiccup had brought friends of its own. Wow, she seemed to have some bad hiccups.
“Are you alright Ms. Dark Colors? You seem to have hiccups,” I said with a giggle every now and then.
“And you seem to not know what personal boundaries are!” she snapped, then hiccupped again, causing me to giggle some more. Then I looked at the cactus and was reminded of a funny show- which of course caused me to giggle some more.
“You should drink cactus juice,” then I sprang around to meet her on the other side and she ran around, and I chased her around, “It’ll quench ya! Nothing’s quenchier!” then I stopped and turned around, and she almost ran into me, but she must’ve had some killer reflexes, “It’s the quenchiest!” Then I keeled over from how much I was giggling, and she glared down at me, but I didn’t mind, human expressions are things to be treasured after all, they have a speech all their own. I was still giggling on the sand when she began to run away, so I sat up and sifted through the pages of my trusty journal to find a page used to sketch one of the flowers in my room and stuck it to Mr. Cactus as a “thank you for the colors” then ran after Ms. Dark Colors.
“Wait up Ms. Dark Colors!” I giggled after her.
“Go away Rainbow Dash!” she yelled back at me with a hiccup. And I merrily giggled after her, skipping along on the path that she was leading me on.
“I’m Aria by the way,” I giggled.
“I couldn’t care less,” she said spitefully.
“So what’s your name?” she was silent for a long while, as though she’d decided that I wasn’t worth the oxygen or something, I found it silly and couldn’t contain any more of my giggles and came out with a burst of laughter. She then stopped running and I rammed into her, then fell backwards onto the sand where I laughed so hard that I started to snort, I looked up and found her, red faced, shaking, and looking very, very grumpy.
“It’s Robin okay?! Now could you please- hic!- stop you stupid giggling?!” after that I gave yet another giggle fit.
“I-I’m s-s-sorry, I-I-“ I had to calm myself a bit before I could continue, because the giggles were only getting worse, “I j-j-just can’t help it!” after a bit more time she looked like she was wanting to shoot me through a cannon, and at that moment I was wishing that she would. Being shot out of a cannon- how fun is that?! “You know, I like your name, it’s awesome- you know like Batman and Robin?” I started giggling again.
“NEVER compare me to some wussy sidekick EVER AGAIN!” and so my giggles continued. (you know, the giggles are starting to get repetitive, how about you guys just assume that I’m giggling the entire time, and if I stutter while talking then I’m both giggling and talking. There, now I only have to tell you I’m giggling if the story requires)
“But Robin’s awesome, just as long as it’s not the Jason Tod one. The other ones are awesome. But if you don’t want to be called a side kick, what if I call you Night Wing?”
“Night Whatnow?” Hiccups.
“It’s Dick Grayson once he becomes a hero all his own.” I smiled.
“I’m not going to be any hero whose real name is Dick!” she hiccupped again and when I gave my usual response, she gave me a thing that I could only guess was a deathglare, but I couldn’t be sure, I’d never given one myself before. There was another hiccup and when I gave my usual response she started running again, and I skipped merrily after her as I giggled and giggled and giggled. I could tell that she was getting tired from her slowing down and her hiccups becoming more and more frequent, and I would continue behind her and continue to giggle.
Look at me, telling you what I’m obviously constantly doing during this entry after I told you I wouldn’t. Oh, well, I probably won’t get an angry mob for it any time soon, so I haven’t much to lose. So where was I? Oh yeah, Robin getting tired as she hiccups and I’m giggling at her. So her pace eventually slowed to a trudging walk that seemed full of misery as I skipped in circles around her and tried to sing, but my giggles would ruin all the songs so I just tacked notes onto the giggles and made my own song out of them. Mum and Dad would be proud, for I found it quite glorious considering, but my comrade didn’t think so. In fact I think that the dry air was starting to make her ears hurt, because she plugged them up and trudged onward to the unknown destination for quite some time. Suddenly I saw something in the distance rearing its lovely head.
“Hey Robin! Look, I think I see something,” I giggled.
“It’s called a mirage Giggles, it happens.” She snapped back.
“But it’s really there! Look, Look, LOOK!” She sighed heavily and used on hand to create a visor for her eyes and they widened suddenly. “Quick! Stand on my shoulders and see if you can’t get a better view!”
“Sure!” She didn’t wait for me to change my mind- not that I would have, and stooped down and pulled my ankles so that they’d be rested on her shoulders, then held my wrists and struggled to stand. I heard her say something about a fall and hurt neck, but I was so surprised that I started giggling even more.
“Shut up and tell me what you see Rainbow Dash!” she yelled up impatiently.
“It’s a gigantic stone building… looks a lot like the old Roman coliseums I painted this one time-“
“Sounds good enough to me!” then she tossed me off her shoulders and went into a mad dash for the building as I tried to get over my disorientation and struggled dizzily to my feet to chase after her.
“Wait up Robin!” I called out, but she seemed to be pretty ahead of me. She must’ve been pretty excited to have found something else out here. It’s been just me, her, and sand since we left dear Mr. Cactus so long ago. Now that I think about him, I hope that our prickly friend is alright. She swerved around to enter the coliseum, which was now apparent that it had once seen better days, but it still had its great legacy carved into the stones as well as a bit of a modern touch, which I admired. When I, too, entered, I was immediately cast under the spell of the desert table and grabbed a pink cloud of cotton candy, giggling as the sweet sugar strands melted in my mouth.
With cheeks puffed out from my mouth being full of the pink-puff-thing, I noticed Robin staring at me in disgust. I also noticed a line of sleeping matts on the ground nearby, and one of them was taken.
“Oh, look Robin! We aren’t alone!” I giggled gleefully. Then I swallowed the last of my cotton candy and skipped merrily over to the taken mat where a girl with a blond pony-tail slept soundly. Aww, she was even drooling! How adorable!
“Good, time to wake sleeping beauty and ask her what the heck’s going on here-“ Then a small dragon-thing sprang out from under a blanket and crawled onto the girl’s back to glare at both of us, and Robin returned it while I eagerly waved hello with some more giggles.
“What the heck is with the stupid lizard.” And with that it sprang out and bit poor Robin’s finger and she yelled out in pain and surprise. I walked calmly over and gently pulled it off of her finger. “Son of a-“
“-Happily married couple,” I finished, then looked at the dragon that glared after Robin, thin at me, seeming to challenge me to call it a lizard again, “Now I know that what Robin said wasn’t nice, and it may have hurt your feelings while you were trying to help your friend, but that wasn’t a nice thing to do. I promise that we won’t disturb her, I’m sure that Robin was just kidding anyway. Plus I’m sure she’s hungry, and everyone gets grumpy when they’re hungry. Now why don’t you just mind your own, and I’ll help get some food in her stomach. Deal?” It flicked its forked tongue, which I assumed was his confirmation. So I let him go, and he crawled back under a blanket. Once he was gone I started to giggle some more, his tongue was so cute and pink, like a little kittie-cat’s!
“You just negotiated with a-“
“-Dragon,” I reminded her.
“Whatever, it was still stupid.” I giggled some more and took her wrist, leading her back to the table of snacks and handed her a chocolate strawberry. “Bleck! What are you trying to do kill me?!”
“Why would I do such a mean thing to my new best friend,” I giggled even more, “Silly goose. And what’s wrong with strawberries? Are you allergic? Or is it the chocolate that you’re allergic to?”
“Neither, it’s just that I hate strawberries, almost as much as people like you,” I giggled even more. I’d never heard of someone that didn’t like strawberries, but oh well, so I stuffed the entire strawberry in my mouth and giggled as I attempted to chew. She rolled her eyes, so I offered a doughnut. She almost took it when the carrot cake at the end of the table caught her eye and she didn’t bother getting a plate. Just a fork and carried the entire thing to a shady corner of the arena and plopped down as she began to munch on her cake. I took a plate full of Chocolate doughnuts, strawberries and a couple cotton candies and skipped over to sit beside her. As we ate I talked about how good the food was as she tried to scoot as far as she could without having to leave the shade.
By now the sky was turning all the colors of dusk and once I was done with my sweets I took out my trusty journal… but didn’t feel like reporting anything yet. The day wasn’t over so I decided to hold off on the update until later. Instead I attempted to draw that dragon that we had met from memory. It looked okay, but I wished that he would be willing to stand still and be a live model for me… or at least have given me longer to study him so that I might be able to have a better mental image to go by. Oh well, I might get to redo it later. You know, I never noticed until now that this journal has a LOT of pages, and I mean like hundreds, almost as though whoever made it KNEW that I’d be wanting to draw in it as well. That was very kind of them.
Robin got a bit calmer once the giggles subsided, since there was nothing fueling themq, while her hiccups also became less numerous. She got up to go see if maybe there was a napkin she could use and I followed. It was dark by now and I asked Robin if maybe we should try to get some shut-eye. She was silent as she wiped her face, maybe she didn’t hear. But I know what I heard, the sound of despair and I swerved around to see some poor girl trip over and nearly hurting her poor pretty face on the dirt. I couldn’t that happen, so I sprinted over to catch her… and all that time of not giggling, and built up all the giggles over time until this moment when all they need was a spark, and I went of like a bomb chock full of laughing gas. Once she was back to a stance that would keep her balance, I fell over laughing, and laughing, and giggling and on and on, etc. etc. etc. I help my sides when the painful stitches appeared but I didn’t have a care in the world.
After a little while I managed to get out, “Can’t… hold it in… anymore…!” I didn’t even notice Robin approach until I heard her sigh unhappily.
“You made the chronic laughter come back. I will hate you forever.” Oh that silly Robin, I hoped that our new friend didn’t get the wrong idea. Then Robin hiccupped again and I laughed even harder, then tried to stifle it when Robin gave me another glare.”
“I’m Naleen,” the girl explained. She seemed nice, I liked her already, I hope that she wasn’t insulted when I started laughing though. I would never laugh at such a pretty name under normal circumstances, but I guess that for now my laughter just translated into my happiness, which I could accept.
“I-i-i-it’s-s-s-s g-g-g-good-d-d t-t-t-t-to,” giggles, “ mmmmeeeeeeeeet-t-t-t y-y-y-you,” giggles, “M-M-M-M-Maaaaallleeenn, I-I-I-I-I’m Aria,” I tried to explain through a massive giggle fit, but I don’t know if she was able to understand all of it… I just hope that she was at least able to catch my name. I took a couple deep breaths to attempt to control it a bit more and Robin hiccupped a few more times. Naleen seemed to be searching for something to say when Robin uttered her name.
“Robin,” she said curtly.
“Realy? Where?” She looked around and I giggled some more. Such a silly goose.
“My name,” she said, balling and un-balling her hands into fists, maybe her joints were starting to hurt from the sudden shift in temperature or something, “is Robin.”
“Oh, sorry about that. Nice to meet you guys.” She seemed pretty embarrassed from her mistake, poor thing. But my laughing came out instead of sympathy so I just tried to talk it out.
“You too!” I said through giggles, “We were about to go see if we could get some sleep. Wanna come?” This time, my speech seemed a bit more understandable than the last one, but she seemed unsure of whether she had translated it right before she agree and I held her and Robin by the wrists and pulled them along behind me toward where The first girl with the dragon as well as another who hugged a lovely umbrella in her sleep. And lay down on the mat I had chosen between my two new friends while just look the one I left her at and Robin took hers and moved it a bit away from me. Maybe she kicked in her sleep and she just wanted to be courteous so that she wouldn’t disturb anyone. She’s very nice, in her own way.
Once comfy on my matt I decided to finally catch you up on the details of my day, stifling my giggles as I recounted certain parts of the story so that I wouldn’t wake any friends. Now that I’m done I think I’ll finally get some rest.
Talk to you soon!
~Aria
But I’ll be honest, after a while the sun and moon of my room had really begun to grab my attention. I tried sketching both, for after a while in the room I had realized that flaming pale-blue and blazing yellow balls of flames weren’t all that they were. They did have a somewhat definite form, and looked more like the sun and moon then I’d realized. The only difference was that I could look into the sun for as long as I wanted without seeing those funny spots, which is good, cause I spent a LOT of time staring at it. After another long time of sketching flowers and cataloguing the details of the murals, I heard music. Now this music was nothing like the music that I pull up on youtube while I paint, no, it was a glorious music that I had known well since my childhood. From the sun came the tune of my father’s violin, lively and easily able to coax a smile.
I wanted to go toward it, for by now I had begun to miss dear mum and dad, and wondered if they had returned home yet from the recordings to notice my absence. To hear that violin again was a comfort in itself, and I actually found myself walking toward the pyramid that held the sun above and attempted to climb a bit before I lost my footing and fell through the mirror, shards flying around me until I finally found myself in the room of night, which had a new, yet equally as familiar sound in the air. From the moon came the sweet strand of melody that could only come from my mother’s flute, calm and inviting. Now, obviously I wanted to run to get closer to the moon as well, but something fell over me at that moment.
It was the feeling of wanting to be impartial, I loved my mother but also my father, so I felt that if I reached out to one or the other then it would somehow hurt the feelings of the one that wasn’t chosen. Besides, I couldn’t pick a favorite between the two so I sat down and closed my eyes for a moment while I reminisced in my mother’s song. During this time I felt a sort of humming which came from the mirror, believing that it must have been my father’s music coming from the other side. After a bit longer I decided to lay down with my eyes still closed and press my ear to the mirror where my father’s violin played on the other side, while my mother’s flute sang to me in the other ear.
That was the most beautiful music I had ever heard, and probably ever WILL hear, as the two songs intertwined into a harmony that I could never dream of. My eyelids slowly slid open and I stares at the sun’s reflection in the mirror, and could feel myself slipping over to the other side of the mirror and as I felt in a place between the two rooms, I reached out to touch both the sun and moon and my worst fear came to life. The colors in both rooms melted away, as it did on my clothes, my nails, my journal, my hair, everything. All I had now were two sets of greyscales, which terrified me. I know black and white and all the greys were the building blocks to sight and art but… something seemed so disconnected when the color went away, like if a dog has its favorite biscuit taken away.
After that, many things happened at once, the music was now in perfect harmony with one another, and it only got louder… and louder… and louder… and louder, and louder still, until the very music that had given me comfort and security for so long hurt my ears in a feeling that I could only describe as my eardrum being beaten by a gorilla, and slowly started to spread the pain. Then the lack of color, and the shifts from white to black between the rooms caused an even more intense pain behind my eyes, which too spread. These two pains met at my heart, as if they had traveled through my veins and now resided happily it some sort of pain “family reunion” It wasn’t pleasant at all, and I was really quite scared, I closed my eyes and pressed the heels of my hands to my temples until all at once it was gone and I opened my eyes to find myself in a whole lot of nothing.
But not just nothing… nothing with COLOR!!! What a relief it was to find only a bunch of YELLOW sand , and a GREEN cactus, with little CREAM COLORED spikes. Oh how I wanted to hug my dear new cactus friend, the proclaimer of my reclaimed sight.
“THANK YOU MR. CACTUS!!!!” I screamed gleefully into the BLUE sky.
“What in Hades are you yelling at?!” a gruff female voice yelled at me from behind, and I swung around to face her. She had short dark brown hair, with bangs that covered her eyes and… well heck, almost all of her was black, and yet I found appreciation in that. Though I had a dislike for things that were only greyscale, she made me appreciate the color even more whenever I saw it. She glared at me, and I smiled at her. “And what are you looking at Rainbow Dash?” she spit out the name of the dear pony like poison, but I didn’t mind. In fact, something even began to bubble inside me that came out as a long, happy, involuntary yet completely welcome giggle fit, complete with snorts.
I couldn’t talk, that was how much I was giggling, and I just couldn’t stop! Though I didn’t care, I just jumped forward to glomp her happily. “Now I’m in the desert with my two new friends,” I managed once the giggles weren’t quite as heavy, “Ms. Dark Colors and Mr. Cactus!” Now she stared at me in a mixture of horror and disgust and pushed me off, hiding behind Mr. Cactus to keep our prickly friend between us. I started giggling even more at this and was bent over, hands on knees, face screwed up, and tears rolling down my face. Then I heard a hiccup and continued to laugh until I managed to calm down a bit, and that hiccup had brought friends of its own. Wow, she seemed to have some bad hiccups.
“Are you alright Ms. Dark Colors? You seem to have hiccups,” I said with a giggle every now and then.
“And you seem to not know what personal boundaries are!” she snapped, then hiccupped again, causing me to giggle some more. Then I looked at the cactus and was reminded of a funny show- which of course caused me to giggle some more.
“You should drink cactus juice,” then I sprang around to meet her on the other side and she ran around, and I chased her around, “It’ll quench ya! Nothing’s quenchier!” then I stopped and turned around, and she almost ran into me, but she must’ve had some killer reflexes, “It’s the quenchiest!” Then I keeled over from how much I was giggling, and she glared down at me, but I didn’t mind, human expressions are things to be treasured after all, they have a speech all their own. I was still giggling on the sand when she began to run away, so I sat up and sifted through the pages of my trusty journal to find a page used to sketch one of the flowers in my room and stuck it to Mr. Cactus as a “thank you for the colors” then ran after Ms. Dark Colors.
“Wait up Ms. Dark Colors!” I giggled after her.
“Go away Rainbow Dash!” she yelled back at me with a hiccup. And I merrily giggled after her, skipping along on the path that she was leading me on.
“I’m Aria by the way,” I giggled.
“I couldn’t care less,” she said spitefully.
“So what’s your name?” she was silent for a long while, as though she’d decided that I wasn’t worth the oxygen or something, I found it silly and couldn’t contain any more of my giggles and came out with a burst of laughter. She then stopped running and I rammed into her, then fell backwards onto the sand where I laughed so hard that I started to snort, I looked up and found her, red faced, shaking, and looking very, very grumpy.
“It’s Robin okay?! Now could you please- hic!- stop you stupid giggling?!” after that I gave yet another giggle fit.
“I-I’m s-s-sorry, I-I-“ I had to calm myself a bit before I could continue, because the giggles were only getting worse, “I j-j-just can’t help it!” after a bit more time she looked like she was wanting to shoot me through a cannon, and at that moment I was wishing that she would. Being shot out of a cannon- how fun is that?! “You know, I like your name, it’s awesome- you know like Batman and Robin?” I started giggling again.
“NEVER compare me to some wussy sidekick EVER AGAIN!” and so my giggles continued. (you know, the giggles are starting to get repetitive, how about you guys just assume that I’m giggling the entire time, and if I stutter while talking then I’m both giggling and talking. There, now I only have to tell you I’m giggling if the story requires)
“But Robin’s awesome, just as long as it’s not the Jason Tod one. The other ones are awesome. But if you don’t want to be called a side kick, what if I call you Night Wing?”
“Night Whatnow?” Hiccups.
“It’s Dick Grayson once he becomes a hero all his own.” I smiled.
“I’m not going to be any hero whose real name is Dick!” she hiccupped again and when I gave my usual response, she gave me a thing that I could only guess was a deathglare, but I couldn’t be sure, I’d never given one myself before. There was another hiccup and when I gave my usual response she started running again, and I skipped merrily after her as I giggled and giggled and giggled. I could tell that she was getting tired from her slowing down and her hiccups becoming more and more frequent, and I would continue behind her and continue to giggle.
Look at me, telling you what I’m obviously constantly doing during this entry after I told you I wouldn’t. Oh, well, I probably won’t get an angry mob for it any time soon, so I haven’t much to lose. So where was I? Oh yeah, Robin getting tired as she hiccups and I’m giggling at her. So her pace eventually slowed to a trudging walk that seemed full of misery as I skipped in circles around her and tried to sing, but my giggles would ruin all the songs so I just tacked notes onto the giggles and made my own song out of them. Mum and Dad would be proud, for I found it quite glorious considering, but my comrade didn’t think so. In fact I think that the dry air was starting to make her ears hurt, because she plugged them up and trudged onward to the unknown destination for quite some time. Suddenly I saw something in the distance rearing its lovely head.
“Hey Robin! Look, I think I see something,” I giggled.
“It’s called a mirage Giggles, it happens.” She snapped back.
“But it’s really there! Look, Look, LOOK!” She sighed heavily and used on hand to create a visor for her eyes and they widened suddenly. “Quick! Stand on my shoulders and see if you can’t get a better view!”
“Sure!” She didn’t wait for me to change my mind- not that I would have, and stooped down and pulled my ankles so that they’d be rested on her shoulders, then held my wrists and struggled to stand. I heard her say something about a fall and hurt neck, but I was so surprised that I started giggling even more.
“Shut up and tell me what you see Rainbow Dash!” she yelled up impatiently.
“It’s a gigantic stone building… looks a lot like the old Roman coliseums I painted this one time-“
“Sounds good enough to me!” then she tossed me off her shoulders and went into a mad dash for the building as I tried to get over my disorientation and struggled dizzily to my feet to chase after her.
“Wait up Robin!” I called out, but she seemed to be pretty ahead of me. She must’ve been pretty excited to have found something else out here. It’s been just me, her, and sand since we left dear Mr. Cactus so long ago. Now that I think about him, I hope that our prickly friend is alright. She swerved around to enter the coliseum, which was now apparent that it had once seen better days, but it still had its great legacy carved into the stones as well as a bit of a modern touch, which I admired. When I, too, entered, I was immediately cast under the spell of the desert table and grabbed a pink cloud of cotton candy, giggling as the sweet sugar strands melted in my mouth.
With cheeks puffed out from my mouth being full of the pink-puff-thing, I noticed Robin staring at me in disgust. I also noticed a line of sleeping matts on the ground nearby, and one of them was taken.
“Oh, look Robin! We aren’t alone!” I giggled gleefully. Then I swallowed the last of my cotton candy and skipped merrily over to the taken mat where a girl with a blond pony-tail slept soundly. Aww, she was even drooling! How adorable!
“Good, time to wake sleeping beauty and ask her what the heck’s going on here-“ Then a small dragon-thing sprang out from under a blanket and crawled onto the girl’s back to glare at both of us, and Robin returned it while I eagerly waved hello with some more giggles.
“What the heck is with the stupid lizard.” And with that it sprang out and bit poor Robin’s finger and she yelled out in pain and surprise. I walked calmly over and gently pulled it off of her finger. “Son of a-“
“-Happily married couple,” I finished, then looked at the dragon that glared after Robin, thin at me, seeming to challenge me to call it a lizard again, “Now I know that what Robin said wasn’t nice, and it may have hurt your feelings while you were trying to help your friend, but that wasn’t a nice thing to do. I promise that we won’t disturb her, I’m sure that Robin was just kidding anyway. Plus I’m sure she’s hungry, and everyone gets grumpy when they’re hungry. Now why don’t you just mind your own, and I’ll help get some food in her stomach. Deal?” It flicked its forked tongue, which I assumed was his confirmation. So I let him go, and he crawled back under a blanket. Once he was gone I started to giggle some more, his tongue was so cute and pink, like a little kittie-cat’s!
“You just negotiated with a-“
“-Dragon,” I reminded her.
“Whatever, it was still stupid.” I giggled some more and took her wrist, leading her back to the table of snacks and handed her a chocolate strawberry. “Bleck! What are you trying to do kill me?!”
“Why would I do such a mean thing to my new best friend,” I giggled even more, “Silly goose. And what’s wrong with strawberries? Are you allergic? Or is it the chocolate that you’re allergic to?”
“Neither, it’s just that I hate strawberries, almost as much as people like you,” I giggled even more. I’d never heard of someone that didn’t like strawberries, but oh well, so I stuffed the entire strawberry in my mouth and giggled as I attempted to chew. She rolled her eyes, so I offered a doughnut. She almost took it when the carrot cake at the end of the table caught her eye and she didn’t bother getting a plate. Just a fork and carried the entire thing to a shady corner of the arena and plopped down as she began to munch on her cake. I took a plate full of Chocolate doughnuts, strawberries and a couple cotton candies and skipped over to sit beside her. As we ate I talked about how good the food was as she tried to scoot as far as she could without having to leave the shade.
By now the sky was turning all the colors of dusk and once I was done with my sweets I took out my trusty journal… but didn’t feel like reporting anything yet. The day wasn’t over so I decided to hold off on the update until later. Instead I attempted to draw that dragon that we had met from memory. It looked okay, but I wished that he would be willing to stand still and be a live model for me… or at least have given me longer to study him so that I might be able to have a better mental image to go by. Oh well, I might get to redo it later. You know, I never noticed until now that this journal has a LOT of pages, and I mean like hundreds, almost as though whoever made it KNEW that I’d be wanting to draw in it as well. That was very kind of them.
Robin got a bit calmer once the giggles subsided, since there was nothing fueling themq, while her hiccups also became less numerous. She got up to go see if maybe there was a napkin she could use and I followed. It was dark by now and I asked Robin if maybe we should try to get some shut-eye. She was silent as she wiped her face, maybe she didn’t hear. But I know what I heard, the sound of despair and I swerved around to see some poor girl trip over and nearly hurting her poor pretty face on the dirt. I couldn’t that happen, so I sprinted over to catch her… and all that time of not giggling, and built up all the giggles over time until this moment when all they need was a spark, and I went of like a bomb chock full of laughing gas. Once she was back to a stance that would keep her balance, I fell over laughing, and laughing, and giggling and on and on, etc. etc. etc. I help my sides when the painful stitches appeared but I didn’t have a care in the world.
After a little while I managed to get out, “Can’t… hold it in… anymore…!” I didn’t even notice Robin approach until I heard her sigh unhappily.
“You made the chronic laughter come back. I will hate you forever.” Oh that silly Robin, I hoped that our new friend didn’t get the wrong idea. Then Robin hiccupped again and I laughed even harder, then tried to stifle it when Robin gave me another glare.”
“I’m Naleen,” the girl explained. She seemed nice, I liked her already, I hope that she wasn’t insulted when I started laughing though. I would never laugh at such a pretty name under normal circumstances, but I guess that for now my laughter just translated into my happiness, which I could accept.
“I-i-i-it’s-s-s-s g-g-g-good-d-d t-t-t-t-to,” giggles, “ mmmmeeeeeeeeet-t-t-t y-y-y-you,” giggles, “M-M-M-M-Maaaaallleeenn, I-I-I-I-I’m Aria,” I tried to explain through a massive giggle fit, but I don’t know if she was able to understand all of it… I just hope that she was at least able to catch my name. I took a couple deep breaths to attempt to control it a bit more and Robin hiccupped a few more times. Naleen seemed to be searching for something to say when Robin uttered her name.
“Robin,” she said curtly.
“Realy? Where?” She looked around and I giggled some more. Such a silly goose.
“My name,” she said, balling and un-balling her hands into fists, maybe her joints were starting to hurt from the sudden shift in temperature or something, “is Robin.”
“Oh, sorry about that. Nice to meet you guys.” She seemed pretty embarrassed from her mistake, poor thing. But my laughing came out instead of sympathy so I just tried to talk it out.
“You too!” I said through giggles, “We were about to go see if we could get some sleep. Wanna come?” This time, my speech seemed a bit more understandable than the last one, but she seemed unsure of whether she had translated it right before she agree and I held her and Robin by the wrists and pulled them along behind me toward where The first girl with the dragon as well as another who hugged a lovely umbrella in her sleep. And lay down on the mat I had chosen between my two new friends while just look the one I left her at and Robin took hers and moved it a bit away from me. Maybe she kicked in her sleep and she just wanted to be courteous so that she wouldn’t disturb anyone. She’s very nice, in her own way.
Once comfy on my matt I decided to finally catch you up on the details of my day, stifling my giggles as I recounted certain parts of the story so that I wouldn’t wake any friends. Now that I’m done I think I’ll finally get some rest.
Talk to you soon!
~Aria
Day Three: June 8th, 2012
It’s pretty weird how I woke up this morning. I was in the middle of riding a herd of rainbow llamas when- UH-OH! On of them landed on me! There was a bit of time of my being disoriented and wondering what was going on, then some voices were making their way into my thoughts. I opened my eyes and looked around to find… MORE FRIENDS!!! Oh my gosh! This is so awesome! I turned over to Robin (how could she still be asleep when there were buddies to be made?!) and had to correct the problem of her sleepy-ness, so I started shaking her excitedly. “Wow! More people! Robin you have to wake up! These are our new FRIENDS!” but the grumpy goose only grumbles something tiredly. That silly goose was going to miss out! I could never let that happen, so I kept shaking her as I talked about all the great stuff we were going to do with all these new friends.
“Hey!” she said, “Um... maybe you should... come over here and introduce yourself? You know, let your friend sleep or something.” Oh but she didn’t understand! Now introductions were in order! Robin must be conscious! So I shook her even harder, but she remained asleep, so I figure I should say hello for the two of us for now.
“Me! Well I’m Aria! Aria Mel! And this sleepy head is Robin! She’s my BEST FRIEND!” this had to be explained, but I hope she didn’t think that that meant that I could have only one best friend, there would always be bunches of bunches of room for more best friends!
Huh… Where was that growling sound coming from all of a sudden? I could tell that the tall one with the pony-tail was trying to talk to me, but I just couldn’t hear her over it, she must be told this fact, or she might think that I’m ignoring her! So of course I let her know of my curcumstances
“Who’re you anyway, friend?” I asked. I felt a bit rude to have not asked her sooner, how silly of me!
But then there was a huge KABLOOEY!!!! And there was sugary-sweet-stuff EVERYWHERE!!!!! It was like Christmas in Candy Land!! And I was Santa with a frosting beard! I started to lick my face, a sugar rush already starting to cause the last of my sleepy-ness to fade away. Some of the others must not have been hungry, because they were snuggled up in their sleeping bags and hiding behind pretty umbrelas, and making neat walls of sweets out of thin air. I wondered why everyone was so shocked- oh look!! A cool looking cat!! And a cutey-patootee little kitty-kid that looked so adorable! I just wanted to run up and give them both such huge hugs! I was making so many new friends today that I was afraid I might have a heart-attack of happiness!
“What… was that?!” said the girl who hadn’t gotten the chance to tell me her name yet. Robin finally seemed to get all de-sleepied and sat up with big eyes. She thought that she had done it! How silly of her to think of that when the sweets merely wanted to tell us good morning… by going boom. I couldn’t help giggling, how could Robin possibly do that anyway? But I did wonder why everyone seemed to not think it as funny as I did. Then the sweet wall that the girl with the blond pony-tail had up in front of her disappeared and sugar-treats plopped onto the ground.
They said that they’d talk to us about something, and talk to us they did. They told us that we were in some cool parallel universe thing-a-mabobber, so looks like mom and dad hadn’t surprised me with anything, but I didn’t mind. This sounded like an adventure! And I always wanted an adventure! Especially with all these friends. He also told us that we all had neat powers, and that Robin could make things go boom, the girl with the pony-tail (I think they said her name was Alex, such a pretty name!) could make force-fields and other things to protect, and Naleen could see truth. That all sounded really interesting, I honestly can’t wait until I can do neat tricks too! But it turned out that our neat tricks weren’t always so good, so they gave us pretty stone necklaces (I think they called them limiters) and each of us got our very own. Mine changed colors as it hit different lights, or if you just held it still long enough it would slowly change on its own on one of the faces it had the design of a crow, like the one that had appeared in my painting before I tried to paint over it.
After that we had to pack, so I took Robin with me to a second big table I hadn’t even noticed before, but now that the snack table was gone I could see a whole lot of sparkles all over it, so me and her went to check it out. We both looked at all the weapons wide-eyed. Dad and Mom always told me that weapons caused destruction for everyone, including the person that initially used it, so I wasn’t much a fan of it. However…. I did see something quite familiar under the pile. Robin seemed quite shocked when I reached for the largest most unrealistic chainsaw I’d ever seen (though if cutie-boy and the kitty were telling the truth then this place wasn’t really realistic because it was the LOST reality, but I digress) I lifted that big scary chainsaw and from under it I found a paddle-ball game, a rainbow slinkie, and a fluffy unicorn doll, so Robin’s shock was very soon lost and she went back to her silly pout. I started playing with the paddle-ball game when I noticed Robin take something off of the table herself, but I couldn’t quite tell what… oh well, I guess I’ll find out.
The rest of the day we packed everything we had (which for most wasn’t much) but I still had my smock and some of my paint brushes in my pockets, so maybe if we find some canvases along the road I can paint some nice pictures of this neat new place. I could already tell that there were a lot of cool things to draw. I’d already began to scetch some stuff around the camp, like Robin and her silly pout, the kitty (though he seemed not to have enjoyed the thought so I had to do it without him knowing, and a pretty black bird that I recognized. I could swear that it was the bird that was in my room before I came here. He just watched me and I watched him. He didn’t seem too upset with me that I was ready to paint over him thankfully. If I ever got to talk to him I could apologize, just in case, but for now he was tucked away in a dark corner of the cave/coliseum/thing .
I couldn’t sleep, so I decided to go ahead and write to you while I had the chance. Everyone’s peacefully asleep now, even Robin, which was good because apparently the silly-sleepy-head really did like to have her beauty sleep. I can name all the Friends now. The blond girl was Alex, then there was her dragon friend Sylph (whom Robin was still being grumpy with), Naleen and Robin of course, the cutie-patootie was Rothgar, and the kitty was Raphiel, then there was Allie (who seemed to like the kitty just as much as I did, who couldn’t though?! He just had the most FASCINATING coat I’d ever seen before!), and Allin (who was the one with the pretty umbrella). I can’t wait to go on that adventure to make even more friends! I hear that we get to go meet entire groups of people that we can become friends with! But that will be tomorrow when I’m well rested and the sun is being big and bright and pretty. This place has torches, though they are all rather dim now so that we can sleep, but there’s still a thin channel of moonlight from the entrance, and all I have to do is look at moonlight now before I just think of Mummy’s song in the mirror room and I can feel myself drifting…………
Good night, I’m getting rather tired
~Aria
“Hey!” she said, “Um... maybe you should... come over here and introduce yourself? You know, let your friend sleep or something.” Oh but she didn’t understand! Now introductions were in order! Robin must be conscious! So I shook her even harder, but she remained asleep, so I figure I should say hello for the two of us for now.
“Me! Well I’m Aria! Aria Mel! And this sleepy head is Robin! She’s my BEST FRIEND!” this had to be explained, but I hope she didn’t think that that meant that I could have only one best friend, there would always be bunches of bunches of room for more best friends!
Huh… Where was that growling sound coming from all of a sudden? I could tell that the tall one with the pony-tail was trying to talk to me, but I just couldn’t hear her over it, she must be told this fact, or she might think that I’m ignoring her! So of course I let her know of my curcumstances
“Who’re you anyway, friend?” I asked. I felt a bit rude to have not asked her sooner, how silly of me!
But then there was a huge KABLOOEY!!!! And there was sugary-sweet-stuff EVERYWHERE!!!!! It was like Christmas in Candy Land!! And I was Santa with a frosting beard! I started to lick my face, a sugar rush already starting to cause the last of my sleepy-ness to fade away. Some of the others must not have been hungry, because they were snuggled up in their sleeping bags and hiding behind pretty umbrelas, and making neat walls of sweets out of thin air. I wondered why everyone was so shocked- oh look!! A cool looking cat!! And a cutey-patootee little kitty-kid that looked so adorable! I just wanted to run up and give them both such huge hugs! I was making so many new friends today that I was afraid I might have a heart-attack of happiness!
“What… was that?!” said the girl who hadn’t gotten the chance to tell me her name yet. Robin finally seemed to get all de-sleepied and sat up with big eyes. She thought that she had done it! How silly of her to think of that when the sweets merely wanted to tell us good morning… by going boom. I couldn’t help giggling, how could Robin possibly do that anyway? But I did wonder why everyone seemed to not think it as funny as I did. Then the sweet wall that the girl with the blond pony-tail had up in front of her disappeared and sugar-treats plopped onto the ground.
They said that they’d talk to us about something, and talk to us they did. They told us that we were in some cool parallel universe thing-a-mabobber, so looks like mom and dad hadn’t surprised me with anything, but I didn’t mind. This sounded like an adventure! And I always wanted an adventure! Especially with all these friends. He also told us that we all had neat powers, and that Robin could make things go boom, the girl with the pony-tail (I think they said her name was Alex, such a pretty name!) could make force-fields and other things to protect, and Naleen could see truth. That all sounded really interesting, I honestly can’t wait until I can do neat tricks too! But it turned out that our neat tricks weren’t always so good, so they gave us pretty stone necklaces (I think they called them limiters) and each of us got our very own. Mine changed colors as it hit different lights, or if you just held it still long enough it would slowly change on its own on one of the faces it had the design of a crow, like the one that had appeared in my painting before I tried to paint over it.
After that we had to pack, so I took Robin with me to a second big table I hadn’t even noticed before, but now that the snack table was gone I could see a whole lot of sparkles all over it, so me and her went to check it out. We both looked at all the weapons wide-eyed. Dad and Mom always told me that weapons caused destruction for everyone, including the person that initially used it, so I wasn’t much a fan of it. However…. I did see something quite familiar under the pile. Robin seemed quite shocked when I reached for the largest most unrealistic chainsaw I’d ever seen (though if cutie-boy and the kitty were telling the truth then this place wasn’t really realistic because it was the LOST reality, but I digress) I lifted that big scary chainsaw and from under it I found a paddle-ball game, a rainbow slinkie, and a fluffy unicorn doll, so Robin’s shock was very soon lost and she went back to her silly pout. I started playing with the paddle-ball game when I noticed Robin take something off of the table herself, but I couldn’t quite tell what… oh well, I guess I’ll find out.
The rest of the day we packed everything we had (which for most wasn’t much) but I still had my smock and some of my paint brushes in my pockets, so maybe if we find some canvases along the road I can paint some nice pictures of this neat new place. I could already tell that there were a lot of cool things to draw. I’d already began to scetch some stuff around the camp, like Robin and her silly pout, the kitty (though he seemed not to have enjoyed the thought so I had to do it without him knowing, and a pretty black bird that I recognized. I could swear that it was the bird that was in my room before I came here. He just watched me and I watched him. He didn’t seem too upset with me that I was ready to paint over him thankfully. If I ever got to talk to him I could apologize, just in case, but for now he was tucked away in a dark corner of the cave/coliseum/thing .
I couldn’t sleep, so I decided to go ahead and write to you while I had the chance. Everyone’s peacefully asleep now, even Robin, which was good because apparently the silly-sleepy-head really did like to have her beauty sleep. I can name all the Friends now. The blond girl was Alex, then there was her dragon friend Sylph (whom Robin was still being grumpy with), Naleen and Robin of course, the cutie-patootie was Rothgar, and the kitty was Raphiel, then there was Allie (who seemed to like the kitty just as much as I did, who couldn’t though?! He just had the most FASCINATING coat I’d ever seen before!), and Allin (who was the one with the pretty umbrella). I can’t wait to go on that adventure to make even more friends! I hear that we get to go meet entire groups of people that we can become friends with! But that will be tomorrow when I’m well rested and the sun is being big and bright and pretty. This place has torches, though they are all rather dim now so that we can sleep, but there’s still a thin channel of moonlight from the entrance, and all I have to do is look at moonlight now before I just think of Mummy’s song in the mirror room and I can feel myself drifting…………
Good night, I’m getting rather tired
~Aria