Board Thread:Short Stories and Fanfictions/@comment-43957690-20191001221441/@comment-43957690-20191001231656

Chapter One: The Day a Kid Fell Trough the Cieling

'''Mysterium is a pretty great place, if you ask me. It's all nice and dark, so you can't really hurt your eyes. All the buildings look the same, so it's hilarious when the nobles take a wrong turn and get lost in the market. The people are great, too. Very funny. '''

'''Now, I know what you're thinking. 'Oh, wow, whay a great way to put it!

'''Just kidding. I don't. Because I'd have to be a Telepath to know that, and as of right now, I'm talentless. '''

'''Let me introduce myself. My name is Branwen, and I'm the daughter of two working class elves, both talentless (Obvioulsy). I'm fourteen and a quarter and I like playing with sharp things. Not really. That'd be weird.'''

'''I have two siblings, a brother older than me who's left the house already and is working in the sanctuary now, and a younger brother who won't get off his butt and work at all. '''

'''We're all talentless. My mom runs a custom crest shop in Mysterium, where I help on the weekends, and my Dad stays at home and tries to finish his manuscript.'''

'''I look like both of my parents, with short red/brown hair and pasty pale skin that does NOT like the sun. My favorite feature are my eyes though. Not because they're pretty, or anything. One is a pale blue, and one is navy. '''

'''I like staring at the nobles and watching them look away. At least I have some power over them. '''

'''I do alright in school, but I often wind up in detention for cheating. I find the kids in detention are usually pretty decent to hang around. '''

'''Yep. That's me.'''

'''Right now, it's a sunday, and I'm moving moxes of material in the back of my Mom's shop. Sometimes I use telekinesis, but i'm just too lazy right now. I walk through the doorway to the main shop, carrying a small shipment of silver gemstones. '''

'''Silver is very in fasion right now. Not that I care, it's just that when you work at a jewlery shop, you get to know these things. My personal favorite is copper. It's very red.'''

I set the box down on top of the glass display case, where my mom is trying to help a customer decide which color ruby will look best in her family crest.

'''"Bran, off the glass!" she warns. '''

'''I take the crate off the display case. "Where do you want these?" I gesture to the box in my hand.'''

'''"Third shelf. There should be an emptey space." she tells me, turning back to her customer, a pretty woman with tight gold curls and round aqua eyes. She wears a sleeveless gold dress, white cape and thick blue bracelets. Like most Nobles, she comes dressed to perfection. '''

'''It's as though they come nicely dressed here just to make us feel depressed that we don't share their status. At least that was how my older brother, Gert used to feel. He was alright.'''

'''I carry the crate back into the store room, knowing that there probaly won't be an emptey space on the third shelf for me to put these. The back room if a bit dark, simply because only one out of four lightbulbs still works and we don't care about replacing the others.'''

'''Rows of boxes, similar to the one I'm holding line the walls on shelves. The third one is in the back, where I used to catch spiders from the webs in the corners. I notice that there is, in fact an space that is free from the boxes, and I head towards it. '''

'''But just as I'm about to slide the crate into the space, The ceiling gives way, and something crashes through to the floor. '''

'''Dust swirls and, I hear my Mom shouting. '''

"Bran, what did you do in there?!"

'''I cough, dust and dirt in my lungs, and I realize that I've dropped the box, and that a gaping hole, big enough to be a swimming pool is now letting light into the room. Chunks of the cieling are everywhere, and the shelves are completely destroyed. '''

How did I survive that?

'''Something is laying in the middle of the room, and as I move closer, I see that it's a person. I ghasp.'''

'''"MOM!" I shout.'''

'''I hear her grumbling, and then the door opens. '''

'''The look on her face. When she saw that the cieling had colapsed. "Oh my GOD." she shouts.'''

'''"Mom, there's someone onthe floor!" she looks and, her eyes explode. '''

'''"Oh, my god, oh my god, oh my god." she says, rushing to the person who crashed though our ceiling.'''

'''I move closer, my heart still pounding from thes hock of it all. I see that it's a boy, my age, or maybe older. He has blonde hair, long enough to tie back in a ponytail, and a lanky body. My mom hoists him out of the rubble, and looks at me with a sense of urgancy.'''

"Go call the medic. He's alive."