Gift of Life

New Awakening

Ambrose's P.O.V.

There was silence in the hallway as I walked along the banister. Only the sound of my tiny, metal shoes could faintly be heard. Today was boring, just like any other day that had passed. But that was exactly how I liked it. The status quo was something I adored. there was a thrill knowing my place and that there will be no other who could take that away from me. Some would call it power, I call it security. Not that I'm insecure or anything, it's simply that the idea of a threat meant possible instability, and possible instability could lead to destruction of all order within the Parallel. I for one, did not plan on existing in such a disgraceful time.

This was my home. The lovely three story house with bay windows and turrets. My family lived on the top two floors while the first one consisted of a shoppe filled with magnificent Creations, all of which had yet to be Awakened. It was still most days, the quiet of Lifeless thoughts soon to be known the minute they were placed within a child's arms.

Katerina's father was the best in the area; a very well-respected man. A gifted one at that, for his specialty was in Originals. When I was new, his shoppe was no more than a hut with small wooden toys. His choice to convert to a different medium resulted in me, the first of his Awakened in that material. I was a present for Katerina when she was seven, and for the longest time now, I've been her closest friend. When she cried, I would sit in her hand or on her shoulder to comfort her. Countless games of tea and hide and seek were played. I never minded doing any of those girly things, all because it meant I was around her every day of my existence.

As I peered around the door to her room. It creaked softly as I steeped through the crack. Sitting on her bed, was Kat. Now 14 years old, she was of age to be a Creator. Her father had spoken to her this morning about it, and even took her down to his workshop to initiate her endeavors.

-----Earlier that day-----

"Alright Kat, which would you like?" he walked her through his shoppe, materials like you wouldn't believe sat on the table: wood, metal, plastic, glass, and even more. The young brunette eagerly looked around, but after a few minutes was silent. "Kat?" her dad questioned.

"It's not here..." she quietly responded, her head hung in disappointment.

"What isn't here, love?" he asked in confusion. He thought he had placed every craft in the land before her. How could he have missed one?

"That basket that was on the shelf yesterday. Is it gone?" she looked up at him with slightly sad eyes. He knew of what she spoke......her mother's yarn basket.

Swallowing the lump in his throat, he never thought that she would choose it. Yet, she was like her mother in so many ways. How could he not have predicted this scenario?

-----Present Time-----

She sat there, her hands fumbling with the white yarn as she attempted to wrap it around the silvery-blue crochet hook. I stepped slowly towards the bed, climbing up the small set of stairs her father had made. I peered over the basket to see what exactly she was working on. I wasn't prepared for what I saw, though. In her hands was a red and white mess. Well, the mess was from the dozens upon dozens of strands of hair that fell to the sloping shoulders of an off-white complexion.

In short, the doll was beautiful for being a first-crafted. And out of yarn, no less. However, it was a disproportional form and inconsistency with the stitches. A sort of broken beautiful.

"Hey, Ambrose." Kat said, making me jump slightly. She giggled as I climbed on top of the basket. If I could blush, I would. It always embarrassed me to get caught in such situations.

"hi...." I sheepishly responded.

"If you wanted to watch me make her, you could have asked." She smiled as she set down the almost completed body. I glanced over at the mismatched limbs that she had prepared for the redheaded doll. They all looked different from each other, yet were in the same off-white.

"I had no idea you already started," I stated, climbing over onto her knee to get a better look. I had never seen a yarn Original before.

"I guess I was excited to get her started." she picked up a small needle, placing the thread through it, began sewing the limbs on the body. It was strange looking at her.....seeing no definition of actual humanistic parts aside from the hair and limbs.

"What will you call her?" I questioned as she carefully stuffed the empty body with something called fiber-fill. It took awhile, but once her body was together, Katerina set her down upon the bed in an upright position.

"Her name......" she paused for a moment before replying, "...is Felicity." As she spoke the name, the doll twitched, her arm raising slightly as life surged into her being. Yet, as she tried to move her thick locks of hair aside, I was shocked at what I saw, and repulsed me.

The one detail that I had not noticed....but that one fact changed my opinion on her immediately....

Felicity was blind.