A dear friend that wishes to be anonymous but has written this story using my characters
So enjoy this interesting story~
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So Syfer and I were making up bullcrap to troll Shadowtran when I suddenly said,
“This will actually make a great story.”
Syfer was like “WRITE IT!” and the rest was history.
This is a story featuring Andrew (Pierrot), Boris (Garu), Brendan (Tyson), Clifford (Alcaida/Alcide) and Jessa (Trinity) in no particular order.
This story is only a joke and not meant to be taken seriously or literally.
No disrespect man. No disrespect.
Alcaida (pronounced Alqaeda)
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The first time Tyson saw Alcaida was near the lake. She had a pale white skin and rosy cheeks. She was sitting by a rock, looking dazed and confused, twisting a lock of her long brown hair.
“What beautiful hair. I wonder how it’ll look like blowing in the wind.” With that thought in mind Tyson sent a gentle breeze towards the young lady. The wind caught her hair and wisped it too and fro. Alcaida slowly runs her hands over her head trying to manage her hair. Tyson had never seen any one more beautiful.
“Aye, whatchu doing standing over there?” Startled by the sudden sound Tyson spun around, ready for an attack. “Dude chill, it’s just me.” It was Pierrot. Flashing his toothy grin, his glasses catching the sunlight.
Tyson relaxed his shoulders and decided to ask Pierrot who the woman by the lake was. Pierrot always knew something about everyone, so he was the perfect person to ask.
“Who’s that young lady sitting over there?” he points, “I’ve never seen her before. Is she new here?”
“Dunno, she turned up an hour ago and she’s been sitting there ever since. Let’s go over and talk to her.” Pierrot was always very straight forward with girls. Tyson hesitated and then walked after Pierrot.
“Hey there, I noticed you sitting here for a while, are you new here?” asked Pierrot. Alcaida looked at Pierrot, the sunlight bouncing off her glistening brown eyes.
“Hello, do you happen to know who I am? I woke up by this lake and I’ve been here ever since.” She said. Pierrot cocked his eyebrow and looked at Tyson, confused. Was this girl serious? Tyson was just as lost as Pierrot, but he asked,
“Are you lost, fair lady?” Alcaida slowly got on her feet and stood facing Tyson.
“I-I suppose I am… I don’t remember anything… I just remember waking up here. I don’t know who I am or was. I just know my name is Alcaida.”
Alcaida. What a beautiful name. Surely it is a name that’ll go down in history. It had a powerful, dangerous ring to it and Tyson knew at that moment he was talking to no ordinary woman. He was captivated. When he finally found his voice he introduced himself,
“Hi, I’m Tyson. Controller of wind and servant of Lady Nancy.” He extended his arm for a hand shake. Alcaida smiled warming and shook it. The hand to hand contact made Tyson blush.
“So…um… would you like me to show you around?” Tyson asked shyly.
“Um, I think it’ll be better if we took her to the doctor. I mean, she DOES seem to have a case of amnesia.” Pierrot added.
