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Once upon a time, there was a magicalyoung girl named suzzana. She hardly said a word-or muffled a sound for tha tmatter-, so you may have thought she was mute or uneducated. her skin was offuly odd-in the sun-yes in the sun, she looked a golden gingerbread, yet in the night, her skin looked as soft and delicate as a swans' plumage...and so was her hair-in the day-it was long, black and scruffy and in the night, her hair wispy- short, thin and silvery. Her eyes, though ,never changed. They were always huge and open. And one day, she would find her destiny's calling-a childish whimsy-yet a way to save the world.
"Suzzana!" Marie, Suzzana's mother called, a last minute worry. "I'll be back to pick you up at 4!:30"
Tw'as a cloudy , overcast day. Suzzana was excited that it might rain. Even if it was a flash flood, she loved the rain. "The monsoons must be upon us." She walked into the bookshop. The bell outside tinkled harmonius-and Suzzana smiled. It sounded very cute-to her-but that was not the point of this story.
the bookshop was moderatly full of people-little children younger than her self, giggling and looking at pictures in board books, reading the next "Mary Kate and Ashley adventure," and more. Little Suzzana smiled.`blithley. Then-I don't know what it was, nor dos anyone. But Suzzana saw a book-from the outside, it looked like any old book. And any little girl would have passed i t off for just that. But Suzzana was not just any little girl. And she walked over to it. Cautiosly, she did-unconsioussly, and then she saw the title.
"Dragons..."
She whispered the title queitly to hereslf. Then she picked it up. the little old lady habbldey dobbely, who ran the shop, watched her with eagley eyes as she manuvered carfully through the people to behind the shop- to read in privacy, probably. Suzzana awefully ran her fingers over the raised plaque on the book. As she opened those potentially unnassuming pages, the magic began. Or rather, reached it's high point.
For you see-nothing-in this strange old book was superficial.
The pages were old and darkened with ages and ages of worneing, but she strained to see the words, all faded away. yet it was beautiful still. therew re burn marks on the edges...the book felt funny.
It seemed to be made of leather, exept it must have been much tougher than cow's skin to survive this long. And it seemed scaley. Intrigued, Suzzana walked back up to the front. Glancing out the glass wall, Suzzana saw the sky was getting greyer. A smile crept up her face, though she knew she was to bike home. "This book please." She said quietly. "Excuse me?" Asked the old lady shopkeeper, even though she had heard it fine. "I would like to buy this book please." "Im sorry, dear , but this book is out of your price range." She said. "But I have quite alot to-day. " "Perhaps, but it may still be out of your price range." "W'ell not know if you don't tell me how much it is." The lady sighed very loudly. "It's 7o$. Im sorry." "I - I have 1oo $." Stutterde Suzzane. "With you?" Suzzane nodded.
The little old lady, quite fed up with Suzzane, did not want to give her the book.
Even though Suzzane could have bought the book with her money, the little old Shopkeeper wanted to prevent her from getting the book. "Oh-sorry dear, its actually 17o dollars. I didn't see that 1 there...I'm so sorry." The lady quickly scribbled on a dash to look like a 1. Suzzane looked at the sky-the storm looked like it was about to blow. Barley containing her excitment, she smiled, andsaid, "I'll go put this book back." She took it back to the back of the shop, but instead of putting it back, she slipped it into her small back-pack. She was hesitant and a felt guilty. But she would return it tommorow- she quicky told herself. Then she left out the door. It started to rain on Suzzane's beautiful golden-silver hair.
She ran over to her bike, pulled her brown, fuzzy jacket with her fanny pack over.
She kicked off the lock and started pedaling. Her silver , wet bike gleamed like her hair blowing in the wind. It was raining heavily now. Suzzana smiled happily. She pulled out the book when she was far from the rain and stopped at the grocery store to buy some zuchinni, kumquats and arugula. She packed it up in her back pack and continued pedaling her golden silver bike down the road. It seemed a bit far, though in reality it was a quite short bike ride. She was so so happy that the rain had come. Soon, she arrived home, soaking wet-but the book was safe and warm-, she thought, in her back pack.
As she u npackde-treating each peice of kumquat like a baby-carefully stacked them in the fridge and pantry. She sighed. She felt guilty that she had taken the book. Why? She thought, I already have it now.she shook off the rain, going "burr." And-a smiley warm feeling crept up her face. She was pleased with the rainy weatherso! She hung up her jacket and kicked off her torn up white sneakers onto the floor of the den. The rain padded quite heavily on the wooden roof of the old, smelly house. Suzzana entered her room. It smelled of old, used second hand books from old, used second hand bookstores. On every wall there were bookshelves-paper backs, board books-leather bound-notebooks-manga-children's-adults-coffeetables-journals-novels-every type of book you could imagine. She carefully sat down between the smelly old laundry and books scattered everywhere. She unpacked the last of th items in her backpack-the mysterious book. Suzzana's silky hands were able to flip the pages with out the brittle pages from diminishing into dust. "Must be at least 100 years old," she thought. On pages and pages, brightly coloured pictures of dragons and intracate weavings appeared. Mouth open, Suzzana's eyes gazed, hypnotized by the beautiful book-then her mother called. Suzzana! She woke up. "Feed the dog!" Suzzana placed the book down and drifted serenly o ver the dining room. She reached into the fridge and fed it chicken leftovers from sunday. Suzzana then hopped vibrantly into her room. She tore open the pages where she was-accidentaly ripping a small chunk off the page off-and read. Suzzana sniffled. With in the book, she found a stone-a smooth , soft stone the darkest of blacks, with a large hole gaping through it, like a ring. Suzzana felt the smooth edges, then put the stone up o her eye...through it, she could see a peculiar owl with more than two eyes looking at her. In the corner of her room, there was a pale, blond boy with eyes the same colour as Suzzana's/the boy was about 5 summers, andwould not let his gaze off her. His eyes dug into her furiuosly. Quickly, Suzzana dropped the stone. She found that on the page of the book, this stone was called a seeing stone
The next day, the sky was still grey. Suzzana checked. She smiled happily. As she ran out to play after lunch, she found that ivy had grown by the oliander. How lush and beautiful ivy looked-even if her father hated it. As shewalked barefoot across the moist, damp ivy, fresh with morning dew, she carried her black seeing stone. She had not seen anything that seemedas interesting as yesterday to her, but then she happend to see another stone- a very warm white stone with blue speckles. It seemed to glow a nd shiver softly, and as it dilated-Suzzana found that it was not a rock-but the egg of a dragon.
To Be continued in next journal entry.!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! biggrin
 Angela-Kitsune · Sun Jul 29, 2007 @ 12:27am · 0 Comments |
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