Random stories that I write

Stories of Clarabelle #1

Clarabelle is one of my OCs. I just wrote something for her just because and I don't know what to call it so please tell me if you have any ideas. And I may write more stories of Clarabelle so I'm calling this stories of Clarabelle #1 for now.

Clarabelle stepped out of her bedroom, running her fingers across the ice walls, her lips moving and lyrics flowing out of her mouth like the water in a river. Her voice carried across her ice castle, reflecting her melodic words of song back to her. She walked on, lost in thought, looking dazed but not quite. Like she was seeing beyond where she was. Then her eyes focused, a determined look on her face. She knew what she was doing. Her shoes clicked on the ice dance floor, the very place where the 12 dancing princesses had danced all night for many nights and finally decided to stay in their magical paradise that was of another world, exploring until they found another gateway to another heavenly paradise. Clarabelle let her eyes roam her ice castle, the one that Earth people thought some ice princess named 'Elsa' had created but no one ever found the castle. She smiled. Foolish Earth people. Of course they couldn't have known that it hadn't been an ice princess who created a real ice castle. They couldn't have known it was Clarabelle. Clarabelle was the wonder child, born with many gifts humans couldn't fathom. Blessed by the powerful ones themselves. She had been born in the sky, eventually let down onto a lake the color of blue crystals, the same shade as her eyes, covered in white and gold cloth. She had no mother, no father. She was simply the reincarnation of a goddess. Chaos had been reborn. When she was a goddess, she had been most of the reason fairy tales existed. After all, how could they have existed without chaos? But Chaos had gotten tired of watching her masterpieces from up above. She wanted to go down to the mortal realm. She wanted a new adventure. And so she did, as a girl named Clarabelle. Now, it was time to go back up. Back to her goddess form. She held a small white box in her hand. She pressed her back against an ice wall and slid down, her face turned up towards the ceiling. She was looking up to see the magnificent chandelier made of her ice crystals, something Clarabelle loved to swing on. Of course, it never broke, even when she lit it on fire. It merely glowed bright orange, and sparks were on the entire castle, giving her home an interesting look. Her little experiment had given her castle a makeover, which she had made disappear after, and continued experimenting. Her favorite of course was when she made her castle different colors. How they glowed in beautiful hues, she loved it. But they weren't just colors, they were colorful flames. It was like fire on ice. Of course, she wasn't harmed but she laughed as she imagined how the humans would react. She would think they'd be in awe but she'd lived in the human realm long enough to know that humans feared things that they couldn't understand and were different from them, such as magic. If they found her, they would probably try to kill her. Not that they could. She was, after all, a goddess and she still had access to her power, just not to the full extent as she was in human form. She didn't need to worry anyways, her magic stopped humans from seeing her ice castle, leading them to believe in the place of her ice castle there was nothing. They could walk right through it and not notice it was there. That is, if humans survived to make it here, her home, and herself, would stay hidden. Of course this wasn't her only home during her time on Earth but it was the one she had to be in to leave. Well, she didn't have to be in this home for her to go but this was the home that would look best when she went back up. After all, even as Clarabelle, Chaos still had a flair for dramatics and she could picture the way she would leave the Earth in her mind. As magical as she had come down onto Earth, she wanted to leave like that as well. Though there was no one inside her castle but her, she knew the powerful ones were watching, and she might as well make a dramatic exit. She opened the white box, pulled out small gold stars and threw it around her, making a circle of golden stars. Then they transformed into bright blue flames of fire on the ice and Clarabelle just watched as they grew bigger and taller. She closed her eyes, the picture of her home as a goddess in her head. When the flames finally cooled, the spot where Clarabelle had been moments before, was empty, with nothing there. From the moment she started singing, to her last moments in the ice castle she had never once closed her mouth, never once paused, never made a mistake in the words, and sang with perfect tune. Her melodious words still reflected across the ice castle, but fell on empty ears. The castle was abandoned. Up above, Chaos watched, her piercing crystal blue eyes roaming the entirety of the human realm, saying goodbye to all the places she had lived and the life she had lived there. But her life there still made a difference. She wasn't the same Chaos she was before. Yes, most of her was but Clarabelle had made a difference. She supposed now she wasn't just Chaos. She was Clarabelle too. And she knew she was both. She was Clarabelle, the goddess of chaos.