Projections

Officially part 1 (Introduction)

What would be more marvelous, more gracious, more wonderfully mystical than this ghost, half-naked in opaque, flowing blankets, nestled compositely with carefully brushed long dark hair. Eyes the color of the moon, burning into her reflection in the sea. Her pearly white skin shined as if composed of silver, although soft and fitting at the time of dusk. She was sleeping peacefully on a mountain of sand. A familiar ship passed by. The sprit gasped. She looked closer at the ship. He would call it the S.S. starfish, proclaiming that it 'fit the aesthetic'. This crystal-like ghost would always visit he sailor, feet stroking the sand, as she would wait for her loyal guardian at sea.

Gracious would be an understatement. She would sing her heart out whenever she was not dancing, would write an entire story when given paper, and would just sit there when someone would talk to her.

"Nicholas! I'm here! Over here- by the Oyster bar we always used to go to." Nicholas looked over to his side, hands resting on his wooden boat. Modern and well built, the spirit would always feel welcomed at his houseboat. He waved over to her and she fled enthusiastically over to his ship.

"What are you thinking about cooking ? I've been over up in the mountains today, those really get tiring to climb." Nicholas rubbed her shoulder "You would always climb those so well, Crystalline, always having a reputation for never getting tired." She looked up at him, embarrassed, "Don't flatter me, I don't need it." She flicked her hair and gave Nick a half smile.

"I might be cooking up some grilled salmon today, even though everybody says it's really hard to cook..."

"Oooo...I wonder what might go well with that." Crystalline pretended to think. She wasn't very good with food.

"Um, your sister is usually here, where is she now?" Um, his sister was very mysterious, bangs covering her eyes, never talking about herself or her situations...

...Oh, I can't hide for long. I am Nicholas' sister, adopted daughter of this crazy spirit, even though she looks like she's 16. We're almost like a family: there's room for all of us in that little houseboat, this spirit doesn't have anybody else to date...wait a minute!?

"HOW CAN YOU SEE CYRSTALLINE?"

"That's a pretty good question, Rose. WAIT, ROSE! WHERE ARE YOU?" Jeez, Nicholas' booming voice almost scratches my ears. He can't hear me 90 percent of the time because I'm so quiet...We've got nothing in common.

"I'm on this rock."

"Oh,"

"Understand?"

I hear a scuffling noise from the back of the boat.

"Rosie sweetheart!" Oh god no. "Let miss Neptune play with your hair!" Right. She took our last name because "she's so in lo-O-ove with Nico" She glides over, her toes streaking the tip of the water, her hair flailing wildly behind her. A smile paints across her sharpened face, with big gray doe eyes. With open arms, she gives me open hug that tumbles me over, both of us diving into the water. Flooded with water streaming through my clothes, I black out.