Missions from God: Pisces

Chapter 1

The sun climbed slowly toward to sky warming the land with its radiant heats. One of Velothi’s most popular street; Appleville famous for its deserts were filled with the smells of freshly baked delights; alluring hungry travellers, animals and a… goddess?

Pisces was partially covered by the shadow of the alley, but even the darkness cannot hide the illumination of those dazzling aqua hairs just bursting to show their existence. The aquamarines piece on her forehead added charm to her already outstanding beauty. The bottom of her little white, frilly, off shoulder, one piece dress was held tightly her hands. Her ocean like eyes looked fixedly at the opposite bakery shop so tenderly, so passionately, so filled with desire on a piece of bread…?

“Ah, the soft texture of the crumb, the crispy nature of the crust” Pisces examined as she takes another deep breath “Such smell, such flavour, it can only be a Bolillo!! Can’t believe the mortals can cook such delicious food…” Pisces took another sniff and allowed herself to be lure into the bakery like many others.

The shopkeeper’s eyes beamed with delight as Pisces walked in: oh boy, look at that dress, those jewelleries, that high class aura that none can manifest. “What would you like madam? Cakes, cookies, bread just name it and I’ll have it” the chubby shopkeeper claimed.

“Oh I’ll love to have some of those delicious breads but…” Pisces sighed depressingly “I have no money!” She muttered, tears filling her eyes as she raise her head again. “Oh please kind gentlemen; would you spare me some bread?”

Even though Pisces look so very pitiful the shopkeeper took his eyes of that beautiful face and those soul sucking eyes: my god, almost agreed to give her my shop. The shopkeeper still managed to answer firmly “No, I’m sorry madam this is a business!”

Pisces left the bakery empty handed and sad but she should be glad that she did not get beaten out of the shop. The world is unfair, if Pisces is an ugly, fat, pimple face, over size woman that has absolutely no sight of elegance the shopkeeper wouldn’t even talked to her in the first place and if Pisces asked for free breads with that appearance she wouldn’t even have a chance to walk out that door by herself. So once again Pisces has escaped a problem due to her angelic beauty.

‘I should leave this street; it’s too tempting for me to stay here any longer.’ Pisces thought to herself as she stumbled out of Appleville Street. Pisces wondered aimlessly to a quiet grass field surrounded by gigantic trees then suddenly a voice popped up “Pisces!! What are you doing?? We are supposed to do the mission given by god!!”

The violet on Pisces’s head flew down by itself and slowly evolved into a little girl no bigger than a man’s palm. “Oh no, the mission, I’ve totally forgot about it! Piscean, why didn’t you tell me earlier?” cried Pisces. Piscean pouted her face, her dark purple pigtails swing from one side to another as she flew herself up in front of Pisces’s face and placed one hand on her hip and remaining hand pointing at Pisces “How can I remind you when you are in public?”

Piscean is very crossed right now; it’s not the first time since she was created that she wanted to change master. Piscean rolled her eyes at the sight of Pisces panicking, for the thousandths time she wishes her master was some other signs like Cancer; so gentle, kind and more importantly so dreamy! It’s every pixie’s dream to marry someone like Cancer. Piscean got herself involved in her thoughts while Pisces continues to panic about her mission which hasn’t even been opened yet. In some ways this master and familiar set is very similar and compatible with each other.

It was Piscean that first came back to reality, seeing her master still roaming around panicking she could not take it anymore “Stop moving! You should start by OPENING the message!” she shouted on top of her lungs.