Fletcher Lewis Hale's Story

Stormy sat there by herself for awhile, sipping at her tea. She had already heard the door open twice already, but could only make out Daliahs soft voice greeting them. Brushing her long blonde hair over to one side, she absent-mindedly rubbed the back of her neck, where her small tattoo was. It was of a rain drop. She got it when she was around sixteen, as she had the opportunity to. Jasper, her old foster brother, had brought her to one of his friends concerts in one of those hard rock cafe’s. After the show, the two of them went back stage where oddly enough Jasper’s friend sat there doing small tattoos on people. It was what he was practising on doing, and he wanted to do some work to show off his skills. Stormy, being the spontaneous person she was, agreed to get a little one done after observing and looking at some of his other work. He hadn’t screwed up yet, so she took a chance.

She was glad she did.

The small raindrop, no matter how weird or unusual, reminded her of her former life in some ways. It was hard to practice her water elemental skills a lot, or spend as much time around water. This was a way that it would always be spiritually with her no matter what.

Dropping her hand, she cupped both around the warm porcelain black mug, taking another sip before a voice, and the racing steps of a dog, broke through her absent-minded thoughts. Glancing her blue eyes up, she looked at the face of someone who looked oddly familiar. The feeling of familiarity the same as when she first glanced at Daliah. How odd... she thought to herself, studying the boys features. Stormy realized she had just been staring at the boy for a good five or six seconds without saying anything. Shaking her head, she laughed and said “Sorry for staring, you just look oddly familiar.” Smooth, Stormy. was her next thought, sarcastically. Sitting up from her stool, she smiled and went almost instinctively to go pet the dog, a happy and playful smile upon Stormys face. “Well are’t you handsome.” She laughed in her soft voice, stroking the dogs head. Glancing up at the boy, she couldn’t help but get struck with the same familiar feeling. That was going to just keep torturing her memory. “Is he okay with cat’s around?” She questioned with a kind smile, before another voice broke through the kitchen area.

Glancing up, she stood up slightly from when she was bending down to pet the dog. Low and behold another familiar face! Stormy was going to be having so much fun figuring out why. Stormy stepped away to sit at the counter once more, and watched the boy move over to pet the dog. “Yep, foster kid.” She responded back, tucking a strand of blonde hair behind her ears. “This place is incredible and big. It wouldn’t surprise me if there’s a handful of us.” She laughed, taking a sip of her tea once more, before Archer introduced himself.

“I’m Stormy. Well, Ara, actually, but just call me Stormy.” She said to the both of them in introduction. A question popped up in her head that related back to the familiar faces the boys, and Daliah, had. She didn’t know whether to ask it. It was an odd question.

”Might as well.” She thought.

“Peculiar question, does the word, uh... Dimoni mean anything to you guys?” She asked, glancing into her tea cup. There was no way that these two could possibly be one of the other seven that were also sent away. Right? Before she had time to even glance up at the two to see if they had any answers, or to see if they where giving her a funny look of 'what the hell is she talking about', Daliah entered through the kitchen, but stopped abruptly almost in shock, and laughed. "Well I see some of you have already introduced one another! How delightful, I hope you all do get along." There was something in Daliahs eyes. A glimmer, that almost shook with anticipation of... something. "Two others are here as well. There's a young lady named Payton, who I believe is still in her room. Then there's Azalea, and she went out into the garden. There's only three people left to show up and then you'll all be home safe and sound!" She spoke gleefully, before turning around the corner to most likely take her post back up at the front of the house. Stormy smiled at the woman. She was really kind and genuine, a rare trait left in the world.

Standing back up form the stool, the five foot two and a half inch girl stated, "Well I'm going to go check out the lake. It was nice to meet you guys," and gave a smile before scampering off outside. She was suddenly glad she avoided the question she had asked earlier.

Making her way through the garden, she caught sight of a girl, a bit of ways away from her. The girl was playing with some petals, and Stormy didn't want to distract her, she seemed to enticed in it all. Besides, the thought of water being near made Stormy giddy with anticipation. Hoping, in some way that this might get a bit of her attention, Stormy just simply smiled and waved from afar in some sort of odd, quick introduction. Stormy, deciding to catch up with the girl later, tucked back behind the gazebo and up the small trail to the lake. There, sat a small white shack of sorts, and leading through that a dock. Walking up the warn and old splintered surface, she sat at the edge, and took her shoes off, dipping her feet in the cool serene surface of the water. A smile played on her face.