Se4Queen
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- Posted: Tue, 11 Sep 2012 03:54:33 +0000
1.1 BANG. FIZZ. POP. Your world has come into being! What just happened? Describe the creation of your world. You can take this literally, refer to superstition, or anything else you can think of. If your world does not have a 'beginning', tell me how its denizens answer the question, 'how did it all start?'
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A child's mind is one of infinite possibility; there is an outstanding capacity there to absorb and to observe, to question and to wonder. Their minds are open to all things, no limit to possibility.
Now curiosity may kill but it may also lead to new discovery... whole worlds of discovery.
An exact recollection of the events that lead to Nix's creation are is not documented. The story has passed, as stories do, with change and evolution, each exchange bringing it farther and farther from it's truth. The story is still told though, regardless, and these days it goes a bit like this:
A church bell chimed the hour, not disturbing but enhancing the silence from within the brick building. A group of well dressed and pressed individuals filled the pews, watching the front of the room with sharp attention.
A string quartet began the lines of pomp and circumstance and added apprehension to the room's atmosphere.
A small girl of blonde curls - dolled up in a red ribbon tied gown - made her slow way down the isle.
It was her mommy's wedding, and she was the flower girl.
She knew it was a special day - all her mother had talked about for months on end, so much planning and fussing had gone into this day- but it didn't feel so special to the girl.
She wasn't so sure she wanted her mommy married to this man with his heavy hands and his loud slurred voice.
She rather wished she was somewhere else.
Unaware of the girl feelings the ceremony went on and it was lovely, accompanied by white doves at the windows and a weeping father at the alter.
The girl was hugged and doused with kisses, the center of her mother's affair. All fussed over and adored.
She felt like a princess, but even a princess can only take so much.
Eventually she detached herself from the crowd of cheering friends and acquaintances and made her way into the church's back gardens.
It was a nice spring day, but too damp for outdoor gatherings. An arbor was set, covered in poppies; the wedding intended location.
The girl took small steps and sat beneath it, damping the back of her knees and she wouldn't dare think what else.
She looked up towards the heavens and saw the most magnificent thing. A sky in two parts. One piece showing a beam of sunlight ripping through dense clouds, revealing a rainbow of most high definition. The second a white plate, cloudless, and still showing a faded imprint of the previous night's moon. The rock was haloed by a perfect splatter of pinpoint stars.
She contemplated this for a while and eventually felt an unexplained urge to outstretch her arms. She reached up from her seat on the ground, her fingers spread wide, her eyes closed.
Colors floated into her fingertips, soaring at her from the rainbow, and dust from the stars.
Eventually she reopened her eyes, the impulse having faded.
She found herself in a completely different world.