Under the Apple Tree ~Genesis~

[ThePaleGhost]

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BGM; A Flower Blooming in the Slums

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One, two, three...

Another jump, another successful grab of yet another Banora White, a white summer dress blowing in the breeze, the morning was that of pleasant weather, it was sunny and yet there was still that well needed cool breeze.

... Four, five... five... What comes after five?

White sandals pounded against the earth, a little cloud of dust and dirt formed before setting once again. Small dainty hands came up to silver streaked brunette hair, itching it in minor frustration and cute doll-like pink lips pouts in a naturally childish manner. "Awwh! Phooey! What comes after five?" said the young 'un, her voice was clearly that of a young child, light and innocent, with the occasional playful tone. Her bright blue eye on the left and her gleaming silver eye on the right focussed hard on the eight fingers and two thumbs that she had, trying her hardest to count onwards from five.

Today seemed like the perfect day to collect some apples, regardless if they weren't as good as the ones the landowner owned, but apparently that were sensational, so sweet and juicy, too! They were mouthwatering to all who desired to take just one bite out of the delicious gifts of nature, women even wanted them for when Banora hosted its Annual Banora White Festival, such delicacies like pies, cakes, even Banora White juice was made, the best would receive a prize and their name in the list of winners throughout the years.

Still, the child was trying to figure what came after five, she sat there for a small while, her brown basket laying by her side. Her father was working at the moment, being the landowner's advisor after all, she had met him once, but for some reason she was always shy around him, she didn't want to be rude in admitting he scared her a little, though his wife seemed nice though, as for their son, well... she hadn't actually ever met him.

Though suddenly, in that short while, thinking she had figured out what came after five, something that was there was there no longer. "I know! Eight! Eight comes after five!" she smiled proudly, going back to her basket, twice she blinked in confusion, then once more in case she was seeing things. Her basket was gone!

"Huh?" she exclaimed innocently, sitting there dumbfounded, all it took was an apple falling and plopping onto her head for her to snap back into reality. She stood up as quick as she could, almost falling back down, the young girl began to look around fractically, wondering where it had gone until suddenly, not far from her, a group of five boys were running further away from her, their smug faces smiling as laughter escaped them, what she noticed was that one of them had her basket.

"H-Hey! Wait! That's mine! Come back!" she cried desperately, her little legs carrying her as fast as they could as she made chase.

[kriivanwinters]

"Hey! Come back here!" Exclaimed a very light toned voice, for a boy and a youthful, energetic one at that the boy with his fiercely bright red hair had already passed the girl in white with great speed, it was enough to cause a current of wind to flow across the girls dress though it did catch his eye. White was one of his favorite colors at the time and to see it in this time of year was nice, it was even pretty on the girl he ran past but his attention was on the boys running away with her basket. It wasn't very nice of them to do so because he was watching the little white girl for a while seeing her pick the dumb fruit from the trees and collecting them whilst counting.


"That's not nice!" The youngling caught up with the group in no time flat his shoes speeding across the stony ground then quickly halting into a skid, tripping up the basket holder in the process. His T-shirt has a signature red with lightly thritht black shorts and his shoes complimented both colored of black and white together. The boy whom was tackled sat there with ears running down his face whilst the red-haired youth scolded him in a childish manor "Hey, its not nice to pick on girls! Next time you do that, I'll come after you and beat you up!" He flailed his hand at the boy sitting down this time his eyes flows like a river his nose bubbling with snot whilst pulling a grumpy face.


The group picked up their friend and ran off in hushed tones as they fled the scene. The auburn-haired boy turned around with a basket in either hand the handle broken and the brown skin of the basket roughed up with the acception of it still being intact. However he stood there with bloody knees but it was like he didn't even notice it, instead the child ran back to the white-fairy-girl or at least that's how he saw her. What else could she be if not a fairy? He was only a few meters away his arms stretched with the basket in his grip offering the fairy girl to take it back, "Sorry about those other boys, they can be doo-doo brains," his verbal activity was simple however supple and friendly "Here's your basket, I thought you needed it."


A toothy smile followed when he lowered the basket to the girls feet, light trickles of crimson liquid ran down his legs, staining the tops of his socks something that he would surely get in trouble for later considering their apparent value. The boy stood there with his head tilted to the side as she was curious to watch but still pretty, he didn't know what to say a part from a swift "Good-bye!" And a quick turn for the exit. He didn't allow her to say a word and using his speed to his apparent advantage he quickly disappeared around the corner watching the preparations of the festival as he ran.


I met a girl today, I met a girl today, I met a girl today, a fairy-girl, a fairy-girl, a fairy-girl, a fairy-girl. He repeated that statement round and around his mind traveling to his house which in reality was a manor, but a sudden stop caused him to skid with his grip intact with the floor as he stood outside the door and knocking four hard knocks before someone opened it. He was thirsty, running through the wooden tempered door decorated with metallic decor, he snatched his carton of juice from the front table and ran back outside sipping its content. He happily smiled as he thought of something to do, it was beginning to go into the late afternoon but hopefully Angeal was around somewhere perhaps he was up for playing if he wasn't near the bridge that over looked the river.

[ThePaleGhost]

Just as she was about to get closer to the boys, a blur of crimson shot past her, causing her to halt, nearly falling forward if she hadn't kept her balance. She saw the whole scene take place, her hands to her mouth with over-exaggerated shock, a child-like reaction. A boy, her hero, then approached her, his hair a lovely colour, like a pretty sunset! A little blush appeared on her cheeks, having a weakness for cute things, and he was! So very cute! It made her giggle inside.

Just as she bent down to pick up the basket, a little sad that it was broken because her Daddy made it for her, she looked up to thank him, but he was gone. Her child-like innocent eyes grew sad, much like a puppy... had she scared him, too? All kids thought she was a freak... and she kinda knew she wasn't like them.

With a gentle sigh, she was on her way, picking flowers along the way. Approaching a favourite spot of hers, the bridge over-looking the clear river, she took a seat at a small bench, starting to make things from flowers.

[kriivanwinters]

The small boy had been swiftly making his way out of town and to its border to see if his best Friend Angeal was there. He had hoped so, when ever something occurred that was related to a girl or crisis of the Banora security such as the live stock rushing out of their pens or a cat up a tree, he would always report it to the first person that came to mind and that person was none other than Angeal.


Angeal was a boy he met whilst living in town and this would be their first year together as best friends, childish to some, cute to most but to them it was serious business as they took the safety of the town on a whole new level.


the flamed haired youth crossed the dry dirt paths that lead out of town and into the more greener areas, rolling hills, grassy pastures, lone trees slowly grouped together creating look outs for danger or new comers. All this for two children to do was a full time job but they didn't mind doing it in fact they liked to keep busy.


It helped them think they were doing a service for the town and one day be recognized for their noble deeds and become hero's, it had always been conversed amongst the two of them that one day when they get older they will travel the known planet and seek their fortune as keepers of justice and peace.


"Angeal! Hey! Angeal! Where are you?!" The boy stopped at an over pass on a bridge and looked around frantically for his friend, his physical appearance was innocent and cute,but he kept the expression of a serious occupation though he was friendly enough to others when the time came. His steely blue eyes grabbed the attention of most adults and children because there were alot with a mixture eye color within both iris's than one, Banora had that trait with its inhabitant. His mother's eyes are a light hazel and light blue whilst his fathers carried a dark ocean blue and fierce orange but are normally concealed under sun glasses.


It was him and Angeal out of most that only had a set of special eye colored which he found odd but that never deterred him from his goals to help others and today he was going to tell Angeal how he assisted a girl and her basket, leaving out the part that her basket was ruined when he got it back. The boy say on the rear wall of the bridge awaiting his friend but after sometime he realized his partner in justice wasn't turning up today. Maybe he wasn't going to play out after all and was trapped in that drafty old house, it was a shame but somethings couldn't be helped after all Angeal was by all accounts his only friend and a boy he only plays out with or goes around town helping others.


The boy sat there swaying his legs left to right as they dangled on the bridges face, watching the river lazily make its way down the course that was made for it. It was a nice day after all maybe he could do something else that was fun or helpful.

[ThePaleGhost]

The young Kyrie giggled as she twisted the stem of another flower, a pretty red one at that, adding it along to all the other pretty flowers, smiling cheerfully. As her small and pale legs swung back and forth playfully, Kyrie began to think sad thoughts, well... it was hard for her to understand her own thoughts, but how said thoughts made her feel... well, it didn't feel nice... her Daddy told her what she was feeling... and that was sadness.

Why was she sad? Why did she feel happy? Why did certain things make her feel differently? Sadly enough, it scared her sometimes.

Her Daddy making her Dumbapple pie made her happy, thinking of not knowing her mother made her sad, and the other kids picking on her hurt her feelings. Why was this? She didn't understand it...

But before she could think any further, a voice rung in her ears, making them twitch and tingle a little bit. She looked up from her now completed flower crown, kicking herself off the bench and looking around for the owner of the voice, which sounded very familiar. She spun around in all directions before her extraordinary eyes finally laid upon the boy, her smile widened as she gazed upon her 'Crimson Hero'.

She tilt her head to the side, her eyes wide and curious, it looked as if he was waiting for someone, but it looked as if that someone wasn't coming. With a soft giggle, Kyrie wandered over to the young boy, whose name she had yet to know.

Holding her flower crown close, a light blush appeared in Kyrie's cheeks, feeling nervous when boys were around or even being so close to one, natural in all children. With a playful giggle she placed the flower crown on his head before placing her hands on the wall, next to where he sat, leaning forward so he'd notice her, her wide eyes shimmering with innocence and she smiled brightly.

"Hello again, my Crimson Hero!"

[kriivanwinters]

The boy felt a light touch on the crown of his head, though it seemed almost impossible for others it was clear to him, his senses were more than pertinent in how he felt around himself, his head swung around to find himself in the gaze of the white fairy he saw before, though her person was in front of him before, his reaction time however was less than average, even at his current level of running, sprinting and even evading and maneuvering around others. He was still slow in reaction times in surprising moments all though it was refreshing and a smile curved his lips with a motion of a happy facial expression as a whole. He was happy to see her again and to see she was okay after their last less eventful encounter, but even then he was still glad to see her.


"Crimson Hero?" He jerked his head to the right side, his innocent eyes blinked once, then again after a few seconds of silence. It was fascination that drew curiosity to the white fairy girl, but either way he thought her cute from the first place, why else would he help her? Did she like her from first glance? People would tease him how he would fall in love at first sight, and like them he dismissed such accusations, even if it was playful banter, he once again shrugged it off and returned to reality, awaiting her response to his serious question, why did she refer to him as a crimson hero? He knew of the color but a hero? It made his smile only grow, he was pleased to be acknowledged as such by someone.

[ThePaleGhost]

Kyrie let out a cute and playful laugh, one filled with such innocence expected of a young girl like her. She then hoisted herself up onto the wall, standing and balancing on it. "Uh huh! Uh huh!" she exclaimed excitedly, stretching her arms out for balance, her feet gracefully moving one in front of the other, being sure not to step on him.

"The brave Crimson Hero fighting away the ebil apple snatchers and saving the Banora White princess! Yaaaay!" she giggled, mimicking different voices as if a crowd was cheering him on.

"Hooray, Crimson Hero! Saviour of the people of Banora White Appleland!"

"Yay for the Hero! He's sooo handsome!"

"The mighty and brave Crimson Hero! He's indeessstuckable!"

Kyrie then began laughing and cheering, grabbing a handful of petals and throwing them like confetti before snapping off a long branch, thin yet very hard to break. She bent over slightly and handed it to him. "See! Now you have your helmet and your sword!" she smiled brightly, pointing to the flower crown consisting of red, white and yellow flowers.

"Hail the amazing Crimson Hero!" she giggled childishly, jumping down from the wall and bowing to him, the Banora White apple charm attached to her silver chain glinting in the light. "For saving the Banora White Princess, she shall give the Crimson Hero a tokon of gratitoad!" she smiled cutely, a blush in her soft pale cheeks.

[kriivanwinters]

Genesis smiled brightly, it was exciting to see that there was an interesting, pretty girl about his age that lived in the same town as him. He held the stick with pride as if it was given to him by a very important person of great influence and power, he pretended to be a knight like in stories when the evil monsters attacked villages, a knight in shimmering Armour and a trusty steed would burst in to save the day like any good super hero would do. "Thank you your highness" he said in a calm, sensitive fashion of verbal expression, he jumped of the wall onto the solid surface of the bridge slashing his stick as he stood up making contact with the wall.


He then turned his sights back to the newly determined and self-proclaimed princess of Banora, or to his terms the white princess of the Banora apple, Dumb apple came to his thoughts as he covered a small chuckle and a happy expression, swinging his stick from left to right in a kiddish fashion clashing and tapping against the floor with the connections echoing across the green pastures that rolled behind them.


The water levels of the river were low that day and in fact made it easy to cross even with mere clogs and low worn trainers, still the water reflexion from the sun glimmered in Genesis' eyes as he knelt in a knightly fashion to the girl in white. Pretending to be a defender of innocents and a dealer of justice "How may I help thee?" He said poetically, like a lillt edging from the tip of his tongue.

[ThePaleGhost]

Kyrie smiled sweetly, her hands delicately by her sides, playing with the hem of her dress. "Rise, my Crimson Hero," she tried to say eloquently, though couldn't resist giggling here and there, once he stood she skipped over to him, placing her hands on his shoulders and standing on her tippy-toes as she gave him a kiss on the cheek, a little blush in her cheeks.

She then turned swiftly on her heel, pointing in a random direction. "Come, Crimson Hero! We must collect the seven special apples to save Appleland!" she cheered cutely as she snatched a flower from the ground and charged forward "Princess Banora shall use her amazing flowery powers to defend Appleland from the meanies!"

A light breeze blew through her hair, the hem of her dress dancing in the wind as the young self proclaimed princess charged forward, suddenly coming to a halt at a flower patch, faking an exaggerated gasp. "Oh no! Look, Crimson Hero!" she said with a pretend scared voice, pointing at an imaginary monster "the ebil Apple Eater! Guarding the first apple with his greedy fat bellyyyy!! We must plan an attack! Quickly, hide!"

She squeaked much like a little mouse as she hid behind a bush, waving her hand for him to come her way.

[kriivanwinters]

He was shocked, shocked that the fact he had recieved such a token that made him shudder Ewwww! Kissy lips?! He thought to himself, whilst the action was performed his eyes were closed tightly and his grip on the stick grew even more so. When ever he saw others kissing in front of him he would made slid, silly comments on how gross that is.


He is a kid after all and by that age girls would find it romantic whilst boys never wanted to grow up, nor admite they wanted a kiss from a girl. Genesis accepted this token either way keeping a stiff upper lip and haulting his tongue to the many comments that swearled around that cranium of his.



Suddenly the princess edged him to do for this was a mission of great importance, if it included the dumb apples then he would do anything to protect them. As much as he tookthe mickey out of said fruits he stillloved them as he knew these fruits are very special and only grow inBanora, no where else, no where at all but his home town. That bolstered the young boy with pride to the fact that there is something for him to protect that is also especial to everyone in this town of his.


"I'm coming!" He exclaimed openly hopeing his voice would travel to the princess as she sped away supprisingly fast for the second time. A mission to defend and collect the white apples would be fun indeed, pretending there were also horible man-eating monsters was even more so exciting. He slid to a stop as he kicked up dirt from the back of his heel, he blinked again but this time the princess' face wasnt that of happiness but shock and exaduration.


A monster was in front of them and they needed to think of a tactic to defeat it. Again she swiftly vanished into the confines of a close bush with the aburn-haired boy following. "Whats the plan white apple princess?" He asked in a sweet innocent tone of voice.

[ThePaleGhost]

BGM; Theme

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Kyrie hid there with a cute pout on her pale pink lips, tapping her head as she thought of their next plan of action. She looked over at her Crimson Hero, picturing him in a fine armour, his stick as a great sword with great amazing power, and the flower crown on his head was his helmet! She giggled a little to herself, as for herself, she took a flowery vine that grew with the Dumb Apples and twisted it so it could go on her head, that would be her pretty little tiara, and she pictured herself in a cute little princess dress fit for a small girl.

"Okays! What we do is..." she spoke in a very hushed voice as she cupped her hands over her mouth and whispered the plan to him, which wasn't much really, in fact, nothing even came out of her mouth, no words... just whispering sounds? Once she had told him her imaginary plan, she gathered a few berries from the bush, they weren't edible ones that's for sure, along with some petals and small rocks, placing them in her basket.

Then she grabbed his arm lightly with her basket in hand, dragging him out from their hiding place as she cried cheerfully.

"CHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGEEE!!!"




And with that, she let go of him, taking a big leap over the imaginary monster so she was behind it. "Attack from the front, Crimson Hero! Attack!" she cried with a slight giggle, but then pictured the big fat greedy monster turning to her "eek! Take that!" she let out another cry, as if like a stubborn child refusing to eat their dinner as she grabbed some petals, berries and rocks, hurling them at the monster with all her might! The monster sneezed and began to cry in a dumb and low voice.

"Serves you right, mister!" she scolded him cutely, then climbed up on the tree, waving her arms frantically at the boy "hurry, Crimson Hero! Hurry, we must preforms the final hit!"

[kriivanwinters]

TTo his mind it was amazing, the way they felled the beast into a daze, the way the princess fought so bravely with the speed and strength behind every swing of her arm and managed to keep her balance in such a dress. Genesis at the time was frantically swinging his wooden stick left to right beating the monster from behind, making grunted noises as he continued to hit the monster even when he was crying but was stopped by the flails of the princess. Seeing her high up into the tree she was just like him, she didn’t mind getting herself a little dirty, loved to play with her imagination and also was fun to be around. He smiled and threw himself onto the stalk of the tree and climbed up to the best of his abilities and as quickly as possible to where the princess sat.

They were up the tree when he heard the silver haired girl repeating herself to make the finishing move; he nodded in a serious manor as he jumped down first, landing on the monsters head and repeatedly smacking his head whilst she stayed up the tree. “Join in!” He beckoned, as she jumped down he quickly grasped her hand so she wouldn’t jolt off and with a large leap from both of them at the same time, they squished the monster into a flattened paste. “You big meany!” Genesis kicked the monsters grounded, flattened face and looked to the princess with an innocent smile, “Let’s hunt for some more!” The day only passed by an hour and the sun lazily glided in the sky whilst the two children played with each other, laughter and shouting echoed into the distance of the nearby forests that stood tall on the boundaries of Banora whilst the bridge sat over the rivers glazing the sun as it heated its already warm cobble stones.

Slowly and surely however day turned into night as quickly as hot melds into the cold, the crickets of the evening had been singing thier songs for a while and the two children found themselves high in the trees from where they squished the imaginary monster, it was quiet but warm, a comfirtable warm that folded into the skin and heated the bones. Genesis smiled up at the night skies as the starrs could be counted a numberless times, like fire flies stuck in a big blue background with a calm setting, the winds blew to a soft motion to which the songs of the crickets only drew with calming music to which they played.

[ThePaleGhost]

Kyrie let out a playful giggle as she watched her Hero beat up the greedy monster, she waited for him to join her up in the tree, but when he did she was surprised to see that he had the exact same idea in finally defeating the monster, it was exactly what she was thinking! With a smile she jumped down, taking his hand so she didn't fall and together they began stomping on the jelly-like monster, bouncing sounds were heard with each time their feet collided with its head. This was the most fun she had ever had, no other child had ever treated her so fairly and with such kindness, were she not having so much fun she would've shed a tear right there and then.

After an hour of playing and fun, already the sun was beginning to set, Kyrie was sitting there with her basket on her lap, pointing to each apple they had saved as she counted. "One... two... th-three... f-four... f-fiiiive... uhm..." she struggled slightly, tapping her head to jog her memory "oh! Siiix.... and se-... sev-.... seeveeen!"

Appearing to be quite proud of herself, she smiled at the boy beside her. "Seven! We did it!" she giggled, clapping her hands in enjoyment, humming a little victory tune. Suddenly, only then did she notice how quiet and peaceful everything was, it made her quiet down as she saw the look on the boy's face, he seemed so happy... almost as if he was taking in every tiny little detail that was presented to him.

"Wanna hear a story? My Daddy tells me it every night before I go to bed..." she said, her voice light and innocent as she sat upon the branch, swinging her pale legs back and forth as her pale pink lips parted as a tale was about to be told.

"It is once said that a battle took place in the sky long long ago, a Goddess fought a cruel and greedy demon known as Chaos, but before the battle, the Goddess had fallen in love with a man, a simple young farmer from right here in Banora. After a terrible ambush the Goddess was greatly wounded and was found by the young man, he took her to his home and tended to her wounds, and just by gazing at her beauty the young man had fallen in love with her, and when her eyes opened they gazed upon her rescuer, and in turn it was his kindness that had captured her heart. The Goddess stayed with the farmer for a few short days, but each day that they spent together, the Goddess fell more and more in love with him, it was his kindness towards others and his determination to do things right was what set her heart aflutter... and in turn, it was not just her beauty that made his heart beat faster and faster, but her care for others, even those that had sinned... such a woman was never found in his village and it was her that was refreshing. But during the night, the Goddess departed after her recovery, leaving a single dumb apple crown as thanks along with a kiss as the young man slept, but the day after, the Demon Lord Chaos was furious to know that the Goddess had survived his trap and therefor went to defeat with his own hands, but he knew that the Goddess was not easily defeated. On the evening of the battle, the Demon Lord had devised a cruel and terrible plan, the Goddess drew her blade whilst Chaos had used an entirely different weapon, suddenly he summoned something within his grasp and the Goddess stopped and gasped! It was the young farmer, in Chaos' grip, his large demon hands clamping down harder on the man's neck. "Surrender your power to me!" he bellowed, the poor farmer was struggling, his breath was shortening! The Goddess didn't know what to do! There she stood on the midnight blanket that was the sky, time was running short and the demon grew impatient, but a dark idea struck him. Suddenly, there was a horrible sound, the Goddess' eyes quivered in their sockets as the man's neck had been broken, his life taken from him by the Demon Lord Chaos. The Goddess let out a cry of anguish as she raised her blade, with rage and tears in her eyes she struck at the Demon Lord Chaos with all her might, summoning all her strength and power as she defeated him. After the battle, her love's spirit had passed on, with no body to hold in her arms as she wept, the Goddess' tears filled the plain night sky... even to this day the Goddess still mourns for her beloved... that is why... there are stars in the sky. The tears of the Goddess..."

She spoke the tale ever-so beautifully, adding actions and enthusiasm, but when it came to end, her voice grew sad and gentle, her hand to her heart. She turned to him, smiling a little sadly, edging closer to him. "My Daddy tells it much better than I do, but it's one of my favourites!" she giggled, her sad demeanor soon went away as she held his hand in hers in a friendly fashion "it's such a beautiful story, and I believe it... I believe that is why we have stars in the sky, and ever since then I've never looked at the sky the same..."

Just as she was about to do something else, a loud bang was heard in the distance, leaning forward on the branch and up at the sky, Kyrie's face lit up with various colours of pinks, yellows and greens as there was another bang. "Fireworks!" she cried out joyfully, clapping her hands together and suddenly she remembered "oh! The festival!" her head then turned to the boy, a bright a cheery smile on her face.

"The festival is starting, c'mon!" she giggled as she jumped down from the branch, she landed on her feet but lost her balance as she landed on her knees "oof!" she got up again and dusted any dirt from her dress, though it was practically ruined anyway. "Hurry hurry!" she called up to him before running off, she passed over the bridge and headed back towards the village, it was at the entrance she saw her father happily waiting, immediately she jumped into his arms and with a jovial laugh he carried her back home.

"Kyrie, look at the state of you," he chuckled, carrying her inside to get changed, he carried his small daughter up to her room, placing her on the bed as she soon began to jump on it whilst he picked out her festival clothes.

"Daddy! Daddy! I met a boy today! He saved me from a buncha mean boys and and we went on an adventure together-" Kyrie went on with her story of her adventure with the Crimson Hero and the Seven Banora Whites, her silver haired father smiling and listening to his daughter's wild and wonderful tales, she really did remind him of her mother. Kyrie had her lovely and long brunette hair whilst also having silver streaks in it also, just like his hair that was completely silver.

"I'm glad, my dear child," he smiled, presenting her with a pretty dress "I didn't see much of the Landlord's son, however, when it came to our meeting, was that who you were playing with?" he began to undress her, obviously being like a gentleman as he everted his gaze from the little lady as she dealt with her private parts. Her big and innocent eyes blinked in confusion. "Landlord's son? I dunno... I didn't get his name, oh-!" she pouted suddenly at that "awwwww! I didn't get to tell him mine!"

Her father, Seraph, just laughed again at how typically forgetful she was as she twirled and spun in front of a big mirror, admiring her pretty dress. "Just like a princess," he smiled in adoration for his child as he placed a Banora White crown consisting of vines, flowers and smaller Dumb Apples that were used for decoration as they were too bitter to eat. Kyrie just smiled up at her father as she corrected him. "No, Daddy! A warrior princess!" she giggled as she reached her arms up, wanting to be carried, he did so and soon they were out the door.

"Now remember, dear child, you'll be singing for the Landlord and the whole town for this festival, remember what we practiced, have fun, and be confident," he smiled warmly at his only daughter, she looked up at him with a nervous pout and gave a slight gulp, but nodded cutely. "Okay, Daddy!" she said obediently as he put her down, running off to go play and dance with the others at the festival.