Illuminating the Vine ://: JHS

Nix and the Fallen Star

Nix sat in her garden and sang a tune to herself, very much out of key, but she was content.

Her hair reaching out in the sunlight. Her hands in the dirt, planting seeds of value. Her teachers being remade to live another season.

Her birth-rock sat in the distance, old and covered in flowers. It watched her from afar, and every now and then, Nix glanced back. Smiling in content at her special rock. So contrasted to the glenn around her.

Suddenly the sky exploded, and Nix raised her eyes to the source. A streak of violent sunlight began falling from the sky. Brown eyes reflecting orange and wide in wonder. Then in realization she saw that the beam was heading straight for her garden. For her.

This would not do.

As fast as her legs could carry her, she ran to the small cottage and grabbed her blue shawl, once crafted from vines and gragonflyeings. Indigo dye staining it royal. It allowed her to fly.

She then grabbed the large sword she had found laying in a fern when she was four, lifting the white steel up in her small fist.

The child of earth was going to meet the sky with all the force her small, powerful body could and protect her knowledge, her teachers because it was all she had, all she cared for.

Running outside and lifting up into the sky, she sped to the beam and saw it crackling and spinning in haze of yellow to her. With a yell of fury, she thrust her sword into the light and broke it. Time slowing down and splintering into a thousand pieces. A reverberation of a exploding sound falling and going into her ears.

In surprise she saw an outline of a body, falling to the earth. Coming from the shattering of the violent beam of light. She watched as it fell and landed dully in the grass near her special rock. The body still outlined and glowing so bright, she could see it all the way from her position a thousand feet in the air.

Coming slowly down, her small blue shawl billowing like a blue bell as she descended, she landed in the grass. Soft and familiar. He sword hanging in her hand, but ready to strike if she needed it. Her green tee and shorts suit stained with subtle scorch marks.

"Ugh," the figure groaned. The light surrounding its body slowly fading away to reveal another human-like figure.

Nix was hesitant, and her heart pounded to a tune of fear. Her grip on the sword tightening.

The human was clothes in a strange wellow tunic, gold bracelets tingling along their wrists and one delicate gold earring on one side of their ear. Their hair a brown color, not curly as ribbon but slightly wavy and silky.

This was the strangest human Nix had ever seen. Nix had never actually seen another human being in her short life of seven years. However, through the eyes of plants she had seen the visions of what they looked like. She knew they came in all shapes and sizes, they aged and became wrinkled. Their skin ranged from the darkest dark to the palest pale. Their eyes could be brown, blue, or even green. With colors of those three mixed and meddled in between. They had scars, and acne, and imperfections that made them unique and beautiful. Nix fell in love with what she has seen.

But there were also humans that did evil things, and were not beautiful to her young eyes. They might look of perfection, but their souls were not similar at all. So she did not know what to think. Most of the beautiful people were vile, and those who had imperfection were just.

Yet again, she had never actually been around another one of her kind.

Not until now.

It was a boy and he was slender like the new fawns that wandered through the glenn every now and then. Although much older than Nix herself. This human was paler than she, put had a golden glow to his skin. His yellow tunic glowing along with it.