This is a story of power.
No.
Strength.
This story involves many.
But focuses on a select few.
In this story, many friendships will be made.
And allies fostered.
And perhaps as many enemies.
There will also be many deaths.
Hundreds.
Thousands.
But those who seek to protect will have given them willingly.
Because they feel the strength within.
They have The Power that’s Inside.
~------------------~
Act I: Sour, Chapter I
The rain was unforgiving, beating down my cape as I attempted to find the place we had agreed on. It was early in the afternoon, but the grey clouds overcame the sun, and a forbidding darkness loomed overhead. At the time, I did see this as an omen, but now it was obvious the weather had not come to punish me, but rather, to warn me. I scrounged up the now wet, ink covered note from my back pocket.
Narrator: “’Izzy’s Ice Cream Parlor.’” I said to myself, peering at the note.
I looked up. There it was. The sign above the entrance stared down at me, mocking me, as if it were there the entire time. I stared back at it. Perhaps it knew something I didn‘t? I continued into the parlor. There was naught a soul to be seen, save the lone attendant waiting near the cash register. He had a surprised look his face.
Attendant: “A little cold for a ice cream don’t you think?”
Narrator: “You must be the manager.”
Manager: “Uh… well yeah. Can’t really expect too many customers on a day like this, so I let all my employees have a day off.”
Narrator: “Hrm. I see.”
Manager: “So, are you gonna buy anything, or…?”
Narrator: “I’m waiting for someone first.”
Manager: “Ah, ok, gotcha.”
The manager decided not to continue the discussion and turned away to look at his goods, contemplating which kind a guy like me would want. I sat down in the corner table, my figure was mostly hidden and I could see the clock adjacent to me. It was a quarter past 3 and the windows all around patted constantly with rain. I was beginning to worry. Not because she was late, because something could have happened to her coming here.
But just as that crossed my mind I saw a dark figure with a parasol walking swiftly through the rain. The window was blurred from all the water shrapnel so it was difficult to get a good look. The figure walked through the door and took a look in the direction opposite of mine. By it’s movements I could tell it was worried. It was obviously cold and shivering as well, but it peered into my direction and it’s face warmed up.
Figure: “Matthew.” She said softly. She placed her hand across her heart. She was relieved.
Matthew: “Cynthia.” I wanted to get up and wrap my arms around her.
No.
Strength.
This story involves many.
But focuses on a select few.
In this story, many friendships will be made.
And allies fostered.
And perhaps as many enemies.
There will also be many deaths.
Hundreds.
Thousands.
But those who seek to protect will have given them willingly.
Because they feel the strength within.
They have The Power that’s Inside.
~------------------~
Act I: Sour, Chapter I
The rain was unforgiving, beating down my cape as I attempted to find the place we had agreed on. It was early in the afternoon, but the grey clouds overcame the sun, and a forbidding darkness loomed overhead. At the time, I did see this as an omen, but now it was obvious the weather had not come to punish me, but rather, to warn me. I scrounged up the now wet, ink covered note from my back pocket.
Narrator: “’Izzy’s Ice Cream Parlor.’” I said to myself, peering at the note.
I looked up. There it was. The sign above the entrance stared down at me, mocking me, as if it were there the entire time. I stared back at it. Perhaps it knew something I didn‘t? I continued into the parlor. There was naught a soul to be seen, save the lone attendant waiting near the cash register. He had a surprised look his face.
Attendant: “A little cold for a ice cream don’t you think?”
Narrator: “You must be the manager.”
Manager: “Uh… well yeah. Can’t really expect too many customers on a day like this, so I let all my employees have a day off.”
Narrator: “Hrm. I see.”
Manager: “So, are you gonna buy anything, or…?”
Narrator: “I’m waiting for someone first.”
Manager: “Ah, ok, gotcha.”
The manager decided not to continue the discussion and turned away to look at his goods, contemplating which kind a guy like me would want. I sat down in the corner table, my figure was mostly hidden and I could see the clock adjacent to me. It was a quarter past 3 and the windows all around patted constantly with rain. I was beginning to worry. Not because she was late, because something could have happened to her coming here.
But just as that crossed my mind I saw a dark figure with a parasol walking swiftly through the rain. The window was blurred from all the water shrapnel so it was difficult to get a good look. The figure walked through the door and took a look in the direction opposite of mine. By it’s movements I could tell it was worried. It was obviously cold and shivering as well, but it peered into my direction and it’s face warmed up.
Figure: “Matthew.” She said softly. She placed her hand across her heart. She was relieved.
Matthew: “Cynthia.” I wanted to get up and wrap my arms around her.