The Beginning

Sold!

[Abyss' POV]

A strong light flashes unto us as the roof of the Warehouse magically move apart. The wooden boards cripple and fall as dust shower from it. Nails and Bits of Wood fall below and the air becomes denser. The sound of rusted gears force it's way to move and collide but without proper lubricant, the gears will fall apart. The roof diverge faster and the clucking of metal gears can be heard from afar. If they don't stop this, the gears will break anytime. Dust precipitate upon us and Phyro started sneezing. He is allergic to dust after all.

*CLUCK*

*KRIGKZIKXIGHXKKKK*

The boards drift away faster than it was before and suddenly...

*CLICK*

The gears clicked and the sound of colliding metals stop. What came after, we're sounds of Wooden boards cracking and breaking.

"EVERYONE RUN!" Bella screamed as debris from the roof crash onto the floor. I run as fast as I can to the nearest spot where the boards can't reach me and...

*CRASH*

Ah... What... My foot! It's stuck! The board has clashed itself onto the ground concealing my foot between them. It hurts! "Anyone! Help!" I scream as the pain increases. I close my eyes and hope for something. I was hopeless and scared. I look up and see another board close to me, falling toward my head. Is this my end? I close my eyes and just reminiscence.

I remember Summer. I remember the trees, the animals, the warm weather, the beaches. I remember it all. I remember my father, the way he patches my wounds up after I finished a game of Hide and Go Seek with my childhood friends. I remember Sally. The girl who was my best friend. I remember her helping me with my Math Homework. I remember her forcing me to join her Tea Party. I remember the gifts under the Christmas Tree. I remember the cold weather, the blankets wrapped around me. I remember the hot cocoa my dad used to make. I remember being sad because if something.... I-i remember the day my dad died. I remember...

Flashback>

"Dad! Dad! Dad!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. The pain from the wound on my knee stings as it continues to be exposed. I begin to cry waiting for him to come running.

"What is it, droplet?" My dad came running toward me. He has a winter coat on with one of the comfy scarfs my mom used to make, well at least that's what my dad says. He was a handsome man. A ladies man is what he calls himself. I never really knew the meaning of that when I was a kid.

"I have this wound! Treat it with medicine or something!" I continued on crying.

He laughed at me and said. "Sliding again, aren't we?" He pat my head. "You know you'll get hurt when you keep on sliding down that slope with that sled."

I blush and just cross my arms. "But it's fun." He laughs even more. His facial features visible as he laugh even harder. His strong jawline. His blue flowing hair. His sharp eyes. His high cheekbones. He picked my up with his strong arms. Those arms that protected me. Fought for me. I always wanted to be as strong as him.

"Dad. My knees hurt!"

"You know kid. When we have fun, we have this small gland in the brain where we feel happy. The brain takes the information processed by the small gland and this caused us to feel what we feel now. And of course it also tells us if something is painful. So just think of it as something good. Like it could be the feeling of being tickled or when you eat. It's all in that brain of yours" He pointed at my head and smiled. "Why do you keep on sliding that slope anyway? "