A sad day

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Fujimoto on the Cliff (1)

Once upon a time, not too long ago, there was a young boy named Fujimoto. He was born with unruly ginger hair, and a mind full of great imaginings. He grew up in a small house, on a hill next to the sea, and from a very young age, he developed a great love for the sea. His father was a fisherman, and so was his father before him, and his father before him, and so on. Fujimoto and his two younger brothers were destined to become fishermen when they grew up as well. Fujimoto used to beg and plead to his father to take him along when he went on fishing trips. His father always warned him that the ocean was dangerous. He spent lots of time drawing pictures of fish, of mermaids, of giant squids.

On the day that Fujimoto turned five years old, his father agreed to take him aboard his fishing boat with him. The young boy was delighted. He waved goodbye to his mother and brothers and set out on his journey. Farther, farther, and farther still they ventured from the shore, until his little house one the hill was gone from sight. The young boy was amazed by everything; the seagulls, the beautiful silver fish, skipping amongst the waves, the sun, setting purple in the never-ending sky.

Then, night came, and Fujimoto's father had caught many fish, and was tired. He was ready to head back to the house. "Step away from the side, my son," He told Fujimoto, "Or you will fall from the boat and drown!" But Fujimoto did not listen. Fujimoto's father turned the boat around, and it rocked back and forth, back and forth. The deck was slippery from all of the fish they'd caught, and Fujimoto lost his footing. Down, he plummeted, into the ocean. It was dark, and cold, and he was scared. He began to panic, and under the water he went. His father reached out to grab him, but could not reach. He was just about to jump in, when something amazing began to happen.

The ocean lit up, with a brilliant yellow light. Fujimoto felt a pair of arms wrap around him, felt himself rising back to the top of the water. Before he knew it, he was above the water. He opened his eyes to see a beautiful woman holding him. Her entire skin glowed, and her long red hair stretched for miles beyond his view. A crown of jewels and pearls adorned her head. She handed Fujimoto back to his father, who, in amazement, thanked her for saving his boy. She said nothing, and disappeared back into the sea.

Most children, when nearly drowned, become very afraid of water.

On that night, however, Fujimoto became obsessed with the sea.

As he grew, he read all the books he could find, in a desperate attempt to find out who had saved him. Stories of old told of a nameless enchantress who lived in the sea that saved those who had fallen in. Many speculated that she was a mermaid, and many believed that she was a Goddess of the sea. He was sure that she was the one who had saved him.

All of the other children in his little town thought that he was crazy and teased him for believing something as silly as being saved by any magical creature, but he didn't care. He spent his hours at sea, reading his books and hoping to see her again. He even jumped overboard once, to see if she'd save him again. Alas, he found himself more than able to keep himself from drowning, and in fact, quite good at swimming.

He realized that since he could not honestly drown anymore, he would have to find another way to summon her again. He read through his books a great many times, searching for other ways to reach her, but no other ways were written. He continued to take his father's boat out to sea, almost daily. By this time, he'd become a bright young man, and at the age of eighteen, he could take the boat out on his own. He became very dedicated to learning all he could about the sea, and read every book on the subject in his school's library. He learned all about anemones and sea stars, about boats and anchors, about currents and waves. Everything he learned fascinated him. It held so much mystery, and so much grace.

The other students often picked on Fujimoto; his ginger hair (which was strange in itself in a simple fishing village) had grown well past his shoulders, and he'd grown tall and lanky. They called him crazy, obsessed, lonely. And maybe he was all of those things. None of their words bothered him though. He knew that he'd find what he was looking for some day.

One summer's night, there was a terrible storm at sea. Fujimoto stood on his front step, watching the ocean waves rip white creases into the dark blue. With some of the bigger waves, he could've sworn that he saw enormous fish. He was so distracted by the waves that he forgot to tie his father's boat back to the dock. It was only when he saw the boat torn to shreds off in the distance that he realized his mistake. His father scolded him furiously. He was so upset by his mistake that he went to bed that night without even changing from his day-clothes, and woke up the next morning with a dreadful cold.

Fujimoto's father left early in the morning to find a new fishing boat. Fujimoto stayed home from school with a fever. He didn't like being stuck at his house, with his mother and youngest brother. They thought that he was silly, spending all of his time obsessing over the sea. His mother, however, insisted that he stay in bed. He spent most of the day staring out the window, watching the fishing boats off in the distance, reading their flagsigns. That night, when the sun went down, Fujimoto crept out of his bedroom window and down to the dock. His father had stayed in town for the night, so Fujimoto had the dock all to himself.
He laid down across the wooden planks, staring blankly up at the stars. He let his arm fall off of the dock, his fingers skimming the water. The sounds of the waters were calming to him. He was still feeling admittedly under the weather as he tried to imagine himself out on his father's boat. He rolled over onto his stomach and looked out towards sea. There were hardly any waves rolling in that night. He felt himself slowly drifting off to sleep when a voice startled him.

"Are you alright?"

Fujimoto's eyes snapped open. He looked about, and saw nothing. He thought he might've been hearing things. He sat up and rubbed blearily at his eyes. Then, he saw it. In the water, where his reflection should have been, was the face of the woman. He was very surprised, and almost fell into the water as a result. He peered down at her in amazement. Again came her voice, soft and sweet.
"Are you alright?" She came out of the water and rested her arms on the dock. He was entranced by her. She was just as he remembered; long, flowing red hair, beautiful, luminous skin. He was so amazed by the sight of her that he almost forgot to answer. His voice came out stuffy and miserable, thanks to his cold.
"...Yes, I'm alright," He had been waiting his whole life to see her again, and she appeared on the one night that he was ill. He cursed himself inwardly for not tying up the boat. She craned her head at him, seeming confused.
"What's the matter with your voice?" She asked.
Fujimoto pouted. "I have a cold." Her eyes were wide with wonder. "...I'm sick."
"Oh dear," She said, smiling a bit. "That's not good at all!" She reached her pale arm forward and tapped the end of his nose with her finger. Suddenly, he felt as good as new, as if he'd never been sick at all.
"H-how did you-" He stuttered cluelessly. Her smile grew.
"I've been watching you." She said, brushing her beautiful red hair aside. "You come out to see me almost every day." Fujimoto's mouth fell open. He felt as if he must've been dreaming.
"Watching me?" He questioned. She nodded.
"Yes. I see you a lot. What is your name?"
"Fujimoto." He answered, bowing to her a bit.
"Pleased to meet you, Fujimoto. My name is Granmamare." Her very eyes seemed to glow with excitement. "I am the princess of the ocean."
"Princess?" Fujimoto asked. "Does that mean that your parents are the king and queen of the ocean?" Fujimoto couldn't imagine anyone more amazing than this beautiful creature before him.
"No, I'm afraid." She smiled sadly. "I never knew my parents. I grew up alone, with my older sister, as part of the sea."
"Oh, I'm terribly sorry," The young man answered earnestly. "But if that is the case, then why aren't you the queen yourself?"
"That is because you cannot be a queen without a king." She replied, looking dreadfully sad, "And I cannot marry, because I must stay in the sea."
"That's so sad..." Fujimoto didn't like the idea of growing old all alone. "and seems very lonely."
"It is." She frowned. "The sea creatures are friendly enough, but they aren't much for conversation." She giggled a bit. Fujimoto laughed too. "Now, speaking of lonely, what are you doing out here all alone? It's getting dark out."
"M-me?" How frightfully embarrassing, he thought to himself, that he'd devoted so much time trying to find the girl, but never thought of what to say to her when he did. He'd always imagined himself being charming, like the princes in the story books he so enjoyed. "I... I needed to get away from my house, you see. I've been home in bed all day long, and my mother and siblings have been a little exhausting to deal with." She nodded. "And my father's not home. He went out to buy a new boat. So-"
"New... Boat?" She asked. "What happened to the old one?"
Fujimoto's face flushed with embarrassment. "I... When the storm hit the town the other night, it got destroyed. I didn't tie it down very well..."
"I'm so sorry," She looked out to the ocean behind her. "I still don't have the hang of protecting the villages yet. That used to be my sister's job. My only job used to be to save those who were drowning."
Fujimoto wondered if she remembered saving him when he was younger. "Why is it your job now?" He asked instead, far too nervous to ask such a question.
"Oh." Her face grew solemn. "My sister fell in love with a human. She gave up all of her powers to follow him onto the earth. But when he did not return her love, she turned into sea foam." Fujimoto's eyes grew wide.
"That's dreadful!" He gasped.
"Yes, but it's where we all came from." She agreed sadly.
"FUJIMOTO!" Shouted a voice from upon the hill. Fujimoto jumped to his feet. "YOU'D BETTER GET INSIDE NOW!"
"Th-that's my mother! She sounds very upset with me... Oh dear..." He said in a panic. The beautiful woman before him turned back towards the sea, slowly sinking in. "Wait!" He called, nearly in a whisper. She turned back, all but her eyes and the top of her head beneath the water. "C-can I ever...?" No, he thought to himself, that's far too sappy. There's no way he could ask to meet her again.
"I'll be back tomorrow night," She whispered in return, before disappearing beneath the swell completely.

Fujimoto stared at the ocean, his heart still racing inside of his chest. There was no chance of him getting any sleep tonight.

in Which Nervousness and Warnings Happen

Okay. I am working on a Project that I'd like to post, but it's going to have to be serialized. I was going to post it as one short story, but now I can see that for it to make the impact I want, it will definitely have to be longer. I'm going to post the first piece of it probably today. I'm very nervous, as I've put a lot of thought into what I'd make of this. Please, be friendly to me about it. I'm such a chicken when it comes to letting people read things.

Salt water sadness

Anybody up for a backstory?

Ákos clutched his baby sister in his arms as the ship sank, looking around in vain for his parents. The couple was nowhere in sight, and the last place the boy had seen them was the brig. The two children were cowering on the deck of the crippled ship, and Ákos tried to comfort his sister as panicked crew members raced past.

The water began to reach the top of the boat. Ákos remembered what his father had told him about sinking ships. If it went under completely, anyone near it would get sucked under as well. Ákos sent one last furtive glance at the stairs, but no familiar faces appeared.

Luckily, the boy knew how to swim, so he strapped a life vest onto his sister and jumped into the water. It was horribly cold, but he shook off the chill and kept the baby above the water best he could. The waves were tall and fierce; the boy struggled to stay afloat as he was buffeted by the storm raging around them.

Just as his strength was waning, a hand gripped his shirt collar and they were hoisted onto a lifeboat. He spluttered, hastily checking to make sure his sister was okay. She squalled, but the little one was just fine. Someone was shaking him, yelling something, but it took him a second to register what he was saying.

“Hey… Hey kid, you okay? Kid? Where are your parents? What happened to the ship, did you see? Hey kid, can you hear me?” Ákos blinked salt water out of his eyes and blearily shook his head.

“The ship… the ship s-sank. My parents were on board but I couldn’t… find them. We hit… a rock or something. I had to get out before it sank.” The boy answered, pausing for gasping breaths when he had to. He spotted a blanket on the edge of the boat and wrapped his sister in it, pulling her into his lap and looking at the other occupants.

There was the cook and a few ship hands in the little life boat, but no officials who would notice that the kids hadn’t been paying customers on the ship.  Ákos knew that was good, no one would realize they were stowaways.

The storm crashed around them and the boat pitched violently back and forth. The baby whimpered in Ákos’s arms and he held her tight, feeling exhausted. The younger fell asleep first, but the boy soon followed, rocking back and forth in the midst of a storm on the Adriatic Sea.

They woke as orphans the next day. The boat had washed up in Albania, and the ship had been searched for while the children still slept. Minus the handful of people in the life boat, there were no survivors. Nobody was certain what had cost the ship to wreck, but a rumor began to pass that the captain had drunkenly steered them into rocks.

With no family to turn to, and no families nearby willing to take on two hungry mouths people began to talk of splitting the children up. When he heard this, Ákos picked up his baby sister and set out while the investigators’ backs were turned. He figured that he could take care of her better than they could anyway.  With a heavy heart, he mourned his parents as he walked. He decided that they should head back for Hungary, where his parents were born. Perhaps he could find work there and get paid enough to take care of them both.

He carried his sister on his back and kept walking, never looking back at the little town they’d left.

“Don’t worry,” He told the baby that was now his to care for, “We’ll be okay. I’ll protect you forever, Ildiko.” 

~~Kels

I need to do the thank you thing.

Hey. I'm kind of a big dork when I try to write to specific people but I'm gonna try it anyway. Thank you people for reading this blog. It really means a bunch to us that you read our stuff :D It means a huge deal to see that even people from other countries are reading it too :D Please, feel free to comment on anything! We always would love to hear what you have to say, or what you'd like us to write about! We aren't too picky, within reason, and we're eager to please! So please, if you would, leave us some guidelines that would help us grow! ~love always, Emma.

A word from the other big dork! Thank you to all of our viewers and we hope you enjoy the stories!! ^_^
~Kels

A married couple stands in the lobby of a building. The woman wrings her hands nervously. Her husband's hand lays comfortingly upon her shoulder. Suddenly, from down the hallway, a man emerges. A young boy is clutching his hand. Tears spring into the woman's eyes. Her husband is unsure of the nature of these tears; joy? Excitement? Horror? Sorrow? 

The boy spots the couple and starts running. His eyes light up happily. "Mama!" His voice is young, gentle, just as it had always been.  The woman stoops down and wraps him in a hug. He buries his face in her shoulder, giggling. She runs a hand through the boy's dark hair. It's soft. It's sweet. It's not exactly the same. But it's close enough, she tells herself. 

The boy's eyes look up to the husband. "Daddy!" He reaches his arms up towards his father. The man reaches down and takes the boy into his arms. "I missed you a lot!" The boy says to both of his parents. 

"We missed you too, Beck," His father replied, now crying himself. 

"Yes, honey." His mother replied. "Every day while you were gone."

A Baffling Beginning

Another short in the Prince and Jester story. New Characters!

“Ildiko, Ákos, come here a moment!” Queen Mathilde’s voice rang out across the throne room to the far wall, where two jesters sat chatting. The two snapped to attention, cart-wheeling over to the Queen and sweeping into identical bows upon arrival. “Oh, enough of your antics,” The Queen laughed, “I want to talk to you two about something.” The smaller figure, Ildiko, grinned cheekily.

“We are supposed to amuse, your majesty, I’m not sure we can be serious!” She chirped. Her brother whacked her upside the head.

“Be good, sis, mind the Queen’s orders.” He growled, but his eyes sparkled with laughter.

“Yeah, yeah, I know. Really though Ákos, you’re worse than I am!” Ildiko replied, rubbing her head and pouting. The Queen cleared her throat and the Fools returned their attention to her, the taller looking sheepish.

“As I was saying,” Queen Mathilde continued, “I need one of you to go on a mission for me. You two can decide between yourselves which one shall go.” The Jesters exchanged looks, mirth gone. The brother spoke first.

“You… You’re splitting us up, your Majesty…?” Ildiko slipped her hand into her brother’s. They only had each other since their parents died, and they had always hoped they could remain together.  The Queen frowned.

“I’m afraid so. I want one of you to remain here, while the other goes to comfort my friend. He just lost his father, and he could use a Jester to cheer him up. I promised you two that I’d never force you to separate from each other, but I was rather hoping you could do this for me. Besides, whichever one of you that goes is only going to be a kingdom away. He might even send you right back, I am not certain.” The siblings looked back and forth between each other and the Queen, and then nodded.

“We shall do as you command, My Queen” The elder replied, bowing smartly. Beside him, his sister curtsied.

“I shall give you two days to decide which of you is going. Choose well. You are dismissed for today.” The two bowed again and left without another word, traveling back to the servant’s quarters. Ildiko followed Ákos into his room and sat on his bed while he paced the floor.

“What’ll we do, Sis?” Ákos sighed, slipping his mask off and setting it onto a desk, looking distraught. “I don’t want us to be apart.” The man had worry lines on his face, and Ildiko wondered how long they’d been there. Surely her brother didn’t get upset that easily. He was the less serious of the two! But her brother was still pacing, brow wrinkled and frowning.

“Ákos?” His sister finally broke in after a few minutes of silence.

“Hm?”

“I’ll go.” Ákos whipped around and gaped at her.

“You’ll… what?!”  Ildiko stood.

“I’ll go on the mission. You should stay here.”

“No way, not happening, Sis. I should go, I’m the oldest. You must stay here where you’re assuredly safe.” He looked at her like she was crazy –more than usual, that is – and wrung his hands as he spoke. “I can’t just let you go off to another country!”

“You love her.” Ildiko said, without a bit of uncertainty in her voice.  Her brother turned an interesting shade of red.

“Wh-What are you talking about? I d-do not. You can prove n-nothing.” Ildiko clicked her tongue and shook her head.

“I don’t need to. You need to stay here where she is. I’ll almost eighteen; I’ll be fine, Ákos. You’re her favorite anyway.”  The smaller jester smiled sweetly and new that she’d won. Her brother was a pushover. Plus, he had a weak spot for his sister.

“I shouldn’t give in…” He sighed, tugging on his auburn hair, but his tone suggested he was about to give.

“It will all be alright Bro. Besides, it’s not like I’m going across the world, just a few days travel away.”

“Fine…” He said, sitting down on the bed with a groan. “There isn’t any winning against you. You always get your way.” Ildiko plopped down beside him.

“Yep!” She chirped, and kissed him on the cheek before hopping up and leaving the room, giving a little curtsy at the door.

“Ugh…” Ákos said after she had gone. “I hope she knows what she’s getting into.”

~Kels