The Fall of Paris (6225)

Chapter 1: A Meeting of Fate

"Ouch, that hurts." I yelped as my friend pulls at my hair.

"Oh quit your whining, I'm just fixing it," she said defiantly still running her fingers through my hair.

That was the last conversation I had until later that day I started feeling symptoms of something strange. Little did I know that these symptoms were that of a strange and dangerous power of sorts I would soon become acquainted with as an ally. In the days that followed I became horribly ill with symptoms of sneezes causing static to surge from my fingertips. I always knew I was different, shocking people and myself when I touched metal, but I just figured I was prone to static.

By the end of the week, static sneezing wasn't my only problem, my fingers became almost magnetic and I could pull anything that ran on electricity to me. At first I attracted things I didn't even want, and then I learnt to control it. Luckily this strange "ability" didn't start until the weekend and I learnt to control it before Monday on which I had work.

On Monday we had to enter the city for supplies. I walked alongside my father keeping alert of my surroundings. A beggar jumped up in sight of us and pleaded for money to save his children.

"Please sir, I only need a few coins." The man wept.

I tossed two rolls of coins to him and he kissed my feet with respect and thanks. I then continued pulling my cart behind me as I journey to the shopping district. We arrive before noon as most shoppers are also arriving for the day. In the distance I saw the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. She was dressed in a dirt stained white shirt and dark tight jeans. She stepped into an alley and disappeared. I stumbled at the sight of this magnificent beauty. "The ground needed a hug." I told my father when he asked why I fell. As we continued our shopping I kept an eye out for the girl hoping I would get to see her once more.

Then, if by some wonderful fate, it happened that I saw her. She was running full speed at me with a bagget in her arms as an American football. She turns to look at her pursuers and slams in to me, knocking us both flat to the ground. Two merchants walk up to her yelling, "I knew you were the one stealing from my shop, and now your gonna pay."

"No, disgruntled sir, I shall pay," I say, vouching for the girl I have just met.

I hand the man two dollars for the bread loaf and he walks away, ranting to himself. "Thankyou for that, my lord!" She exclaims with a cry of joy, tears gleaming upon her perfect cheek.

"Tis no problem, my dear, But a favor I must ask, what is thine name." I say poetically.

"A fan of old English, I see, very wise choice. My name is Rose, like that of the extinct flower that lived in the many centuries ago." She spoke with crisp syllables.