How far would you go to NEVER fail again?
This question will push Noche L. Grim to the test as she attempts to join the Cross Military. With their resources she intends to find DeathTech and recover her memories.
However, when she lives on a conti...
Entering their home, the father placed the little girl on the ground and turned to the mother as she closed the door. He approached mom and squirmed under her gaze. They talked out of earshot, but the little girl could see her mother's shoulders tighten as she crossed her arms; her foot tapped rapidly. Both of mom's arms shot into the air when dad pointed to the numbers at the top of his phone. Turning from him, she covered her face with both hands as her shoulders slumped. Dad grabbed her by the arms and turned her around – they hugged.
He walked over to the little girl. Small tufts of blonde hair were exposed as the father kissed her forehead. As he stood up, she gave him the tightest hug her little arms could muster. He made a slow walk out the door – waving goodbye to his family, until he was out of sight.
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The kid didn't know why her Dad had to leave, but all the color of the world seemed to fade with him. Instinctively she reached out after him, but knowing it was too late her eyes filled with tears. Quick to react, her mother picked up the little girl as tears fell. With a big hug and a confident stride, she led them both into the kitchen. Here the little girl was mesmerized by the shiny instruments scattered about. Giving her mom enough time to pull out a box of make and bake cookies.
Recognizing the snack, the gift from the gods, she was absolutely delighted. She bounced about as her mom struggled to tie a lighthouse apron onto her. With it barely staying on, she continued to bounce up and down in anticipation as Mom grabbed her tools. With a bowl, some ingredients, and the electric mixer she began to work.
Jumping up and down, the little girl tried to see over the counter. Unable to do so, she waited for mom to move away. She turned to the nearby red step stool and stared at it. Prismatic energy sparkled around it and the little girl used Create to make wind.
The small gale blew the stool towards the counter. She climbed the tall wooden fixture, and stood before the electric mixer. There was no hesitation, she pressed the first shiny button she saw; nothing happened. The girl stared at it as prismatic energy formed. A small zap of lightning was made with Create and the machine turned on.
There was a foreboding VRRRMMMMM and a moment later cookie dough splattered everywhere. The little girl was so startled that she nearly fell off her stool. However, the scare was short-lived, as she had now discovered the joy of this fun new toy. She pressed the button again.
Cookie dough went everywhere, and would have continued to go everywhere, had the mixer not suddenly stopped working. Confused as to why it stopped, the child decided it easier to play in the bowl with her bare hands instead... She did not notice her mom standing behind her, holding the unplugged cord.
Unfortunately, it did not take long to notice. The child turned slow as a snail to her mother, who slid a finger through a nearby cookie puddle. The little girl trembled as mom brought the dough to her face. Flicking the dough onto the child's nose, the mom's soft laughs left the kid with wide eyes and mouth ajar.
Smiling, the kid turned around to the bowl and grabbed a handful of cookie dough. This was war! She flung it towards her mother. Who dodged it easily and counterattacked with some scooped off the table. However, the child used Create to make a water wall in the nick of time. Prismatic energy surrounded more dough and the little girl created wind to catapult more towards her mother.
This food war continued well into dusk as the kitchen atmosphere drifted into night's blue. Eventually, a warm heat was emitted from the oven as a small tray of three cookies were placed inside. With the door closed, the mom sat next to the fatigued child who was half asleep against the wall.
The kitchen was covered from ceiling to floor in a sticky cookie dough mess and its aroma had spread across the entire house. Whilst in the midst of a short laugh, the little girl began to yawn. She rubbed her eyes as the mom picked her up and carried her out of the kitchen.
Taking a left at the entrance, and passing the living room, they headed towards a lighthouse-themed door with a porthole window at its center. Along the way they passed some drawings, the mom had yet to notice, on the base of the wall. It was a crude art of the kid, her favorite lighthouse, and her parents; all proudly done in crayon.
Also, on the walls were some portraits such as the family, the lighthouse, an old man with hair like bull horns, and other things. Reaching the door, the mom headed inside and flicked on the light switch. This was the little girl's room and it clearly showed.
Everything was lighthouse-themed. The bedsheets, the rug, the nearby toy chest, drawings that hung on the wall, everything... Everything except for the solid black closet that stood directly opposite of the entrance; with only the sole window of the room in-between.
Opposite to the window was that which stood out most within this bedroom. A giant painting of a lighthouse, on the wall adjacent to the bed; with a tiny night light replica illuminating it nearby. Tucking the tired child into bed, Mom sat down with a green fairytale book in hand.
As her mom began to read, the child could see pictures of the weird creepy monster and streetlamp-themed grim reaper residing on its pages. It wasn't long after, did the child began to drift into the world of dreams.
Her mind floated about the room. Over her bed, the toy chest, the lighthouse-themed nightlight, the disturbing Jackalope doll in a black tux, and then to the giant lighthouse painting that rested on the wall. She floated over to the window where a silhouetted creature hid. It was impossible to tell if it was real or fake. As her mind zoomed in on this entity the window warped, the wood splintered, and the metal twisted.
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The creature appeared, it was a crow with a diagonal eye that glowed bright red and contained multiple rings outside its pupil. It had a long, saw tooth-filled, yellow beak that spun into a deep spiral; making it impossible to open. This image startled the child awake, and in an instant, she turned to the comfort of the lighthouse wall. There, she almost couldn't believe her eyes as she saw a light emerge from the painting... Followed by the fire and thunder of the explosion.
