Life Of Kyanna

Chapter 1

     It wasn't like any other day in the town of Linden, despite the air still as always. However, a pale gentleman exited the hospital, carrying a small infant in his arms with tears pouring out of his eyes. Each tear dripping onto his long, light blue collar shirt, matched with a black tie, staining only his shirt. Carrying her, he stepped on to a trolley that stopped nearby, strolling down the aisle. His eyes shifted everywhere to find a seat, then sat down in the back row of the trolley. A frown represented what he lost in his life, what his new-born daughter had lost in her fresh new life as well. As the girl cried, the man tried his best to bounce her to calm her down, but nothing was working so far. Except, before he left, the hospital staff supplied him with some formula, but in her bottle was some formula that she hadn't finished yet. With that in mind, he took out her formula bottle to feed her until the two of them were finally home. A wooden cabin house built with two bedrooms and two bathrooms for both residents, who live in the household.

    Arriving home, the man parked the car in the driveway, after getting off the trolley and finding where he had it parked. He unbuckled himself, opening both his door, then the door to where his daughter was in the car. Unbuckling her, he carried her once more, still saddened by his loss, the loss of his wife. She was a girl of honey skin, light brown hair, and eyes of deep violet that shined with happiness. Her name was Elaina Appel-Goldheart, her heart filled with gold, like her last name she gained from marrying Caspian Goldheart. The now-father with an infant daughter. Together, the two had a daughter that Caspian now holds in his arms, her name being Kyanna Goldheart.

    Approaching the door, he carried Kyanna through the door, then made his way up the stairs. One by one, he arrived on the second story floor, walking down until he approached her door. Entering her room, he opened the door, and stared ahead at her wooden crib near a window. Kyanna's room had been painted in lavender, furnished with nursery items. For example, a chair for Caspian to sit and feed her until she's full. Along with a dresser filled with baby girl clothes given by family members, and a shelf for other baby stuff that can be kept in her room. Yet, he placed into her crib, making sure she was comfortable in her crib. In her crib, he made sure that her violet blanket, two stuffed teddy bears, and a small pillow for her head were inside. With her fallen asleep and now in her crib, Caspian made a genuine smile to himself. He gently rubbed his hand a little against her cheek, then moved it away, so she could sleep in peace.

   Exiting Kyanna's room, he closed the door behind him, then made his way back downstairs to make dinner for himself. Yet, while preparing his meal, he heard a sudden knock in the distance. Still making some preparation, he stated out loud, "It's open,".

   Saying that, the door opened to a blonde pale woman in the open view. She had eyes of blue that sparkled when noticed. Her blonde hair rested from its roots in the front while the back was made up in a special hairdo. This hairdo was one, where two buns were made with one hair line braided into them. Her dress looked like any other that rested straight down, but the back was ruffled up. Matched with boots, brown leather boots that had heels on the end of them, she seemed to be quite coordinated to walk in them. Looking up, she stands there, staring ahead at him while he stops the cutting of the lettuce in front of him. Approaching her, he stood at a good distance. She placed her briefcase on the porch, then did a curtsy in front of him, taking a breath before speaking.

"Oh, are you-" He tried to ask, but was cut off by her's.

"Yes, I am from the Auto Memory doll service. It is a pleasure to meet you. If it is your wish, I will travel anywhere to meet you. Auto memory's doll at your service. Auto Memory Doll, Violet Evergarden," She stated, then stood up right to speak the rest of what she was saying. Her voice seemed monotone, but soft-spoken with her words and a hint of emotion.

"Right, yes, come in, please," He replied, holding the door open for her while she entered the house. Grabbing her briefcase before she even entered the place.

"So, are we going to write the letter here?" Violet asked him, averting her eyes around the living room. He nodded towards her.

   The living room had wooden walls from the trees that surrounded the house outside. The windows clear as day, transparent as emotions from one, who wears a heart on their sleeve. Also, large as the heart The furniture placed in the room were a dirt brown roughed-up couch, a coffee table also made out of wood, but darker than the walls. Along with some bookshelves, nailed into the wall, but made the home more comfy, and beautifully organized with the books stacked upon each other within the shelves. Ordered in size, the large books laid on the bottom while the shorter ones were stacked upon them until it made a little neat pile. This living room was separated from the kitchen with only an island shaped into a blocky letter c. This little island had a built-in sink, and stools placed underneath the counter's surface. All while the rest of the kitchen appliances were lined together among the back of the room. Only with the silver metal microwave hanging over the stove, connected to the bottom of the cabinets above the appliance. This meant the house was supplied with water and electricity within.

   Seeing this, she sat down on the couch, placing her briefcase down on the table, then proceeded to open it. Opening the briefcase, it revealed a typewriter that only she owned herself. Watching her open her briefcase, he became amazed by what she had, something that he could never afford. At least, not the one that she had, it was one that was attached to a briefcase, something he had never seen before.

  However, once she was ready, she called him, "Sir, are you alright?" She asked him once more. To which he shook his head out to snap back to reality from his deep thinking within his mind.

"Yes, I'm sorry," He apologized, approaching the couch, then sat upon it slowly across from Violet.

"It's fine, sir," She replied. "Now, if I may ask, sir-" Violet tried to ask.

"No, please, call me Caspian, or Mr. Goldheart, whatever you're comfortable with," He interrupted. She nodded her head and positioned herself to sit straight. Along with her fingers upon the middle row of metal keys of the typewriter, ready, she turned to him.

"Shall we begin, Mr. Goldheart?" She asked one last time. To which, he nodded, all while he positioned himself sitting straight up as well.

"Yes, let's begin,"