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Daniel Kim

"Live a little slower, be true to yourself and smile. Everyone deserves to be happy."

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a character in “There is Magic Here”, as played by chrian.

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"Whenver you're lost and down, I'll be there to help you go through your pain. Just smile and you'll find the wonders of this life."




Theme Songs
Story (English Version) - AI




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Full Name
Young Hyun "Daniel" Kim

Occupation
Flower shop's assistant

Gender
Male

Age
23

Birthday
May 15th

Sexual Orientation
Homosexual

Power
Healing

Having the affinity of healing, Daniel can restore biotic organisms to their optimal health, curing damaged or withered organisms, wounds, broken bones, low vitality, and diseases/poisoning. Within his power range, he can do anything that normal healing and modern medical knowledge could achieve, which included healing external wounds, fractured bones and deeper burns, disregarding of severity. He can also heal minor damaged internal organs, but more severity may is beyond repair. Daniel can't heal fatal wounds, but he can close the wounds to a certain extent so that the victim won't lose too much blood. But other than to to use it on humans, his power also has effects on animals and plants alike, too. Daniel put this in good use as he often heal the plants that has been withered in around the shop.

Besides from healing other people, Daniel also has the ability of regeneration. Any wounds inflicted on him would healed faster than that of a normal person. But he can't treat any problems that related to the nerves system or the brains, which explained why he couldn't use it to cure his own amnesia.





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Appearance

Though never admits, everyone often said that Daniel is quite an attractive young man with some feminine features. Daniel is about 6'3'' tall and weighs 165 Ibs, because of this, he seems unusually tall for someone who is a half-Asian. Though not often show, he has quite a muscular and slender body. His skin complexion is a bit pale, though almost flawlessly. Daniel has brown eyes, which he inherited from his parents. He also has unkempt, black hair from his birth. His smiles is definitely one of his charming features. He has some multiple scars on his body from the injuries he received before he discovered his power, though they weren't noticeable since his clothes are often concealing. Daniel usually wears whatever clothes that he felt comfortable, which is often a T-shirt or tank top with jeans and sneakers, he is also often seen to wears a jacket.

Personality

When meeting Daniel, people can have a strong impression on him as a young, sensible and kind-hearted man. Well, it's true. He's the sweetest and kindest person that anyone could ever met. Daniel rarely ever get mad and always tries his best to help people around him whenever they need. He is often seen with a smile on his face. In the others' eyes, he was so cheerful and happy that they might think he never has endured any kinds of sorrow or sadness. Despite the fact that Daniel has his own problems, and that he is much different from people, he has always been a calm and peaceful person.

Daniel is also very sociable, he likes to make friends with new people, whether they have powers like him or not. He can be quite humorous at times and can be a person who can stand up to resolve conflicts. Another side of Daniel is that he is protective, sometimes a little bit over-protective. He always stands by people whom he considered as friends and will get serious if they get into troubles. He is shown to be quite dreamy at times, as he has always dreamed of meeting "the man of his life", someone who will love him and always be there for him. But when needed, he can be a realistic person.





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Hobbies
|| Gardening ||
This is, of course, the main reason why Daniel became Jannay's assistant. He had always been fond of gardening and growing flowers and plants of any kinds. He often taken care of the flowers around the shop whenever Jannay isn't around and even healed them if needed. He felt somewhat peaceful as he watched the plants grow and blossom.

|| Reading ||
Whenever Daniel doesn't have anything else to do, he often sat down with his legs crossed and read a book. He likes many genres but people might have a strange look on him when they found out that a guy he likes romantic novels. Well, he has never totally a masculine person anyway.

|| Listening to musicl ||
The items that Daniel never forgot to bring with him whenever he went out are his iPod and headphones. He can listen to his favorite songs anytime he feels like it. You can often caught him having his headphones on and humming the melodies while watering the flowers at the shop

Fears
|| Batrachophobia ||
Amphibians like frogs, toads, etc are the most irritating of creatures and Daniel would immediately jumped and hide behind someone's back if he saw them. Don't be shock about this though, everyone's gotta have weaknesses, aren't they?

|| Acrophobia ||
One thing you should remember is too never take him to the top of the building. He was so afraid of heights that even going out at his own house's balcony can already made him shivered like there's no tomorrow. If he was taken to somewhere too high, don't be surprise when you see him freak out and even passes out.

Dreams
|| Travelling around the world ||
Daniel has always dreamed that one day he would be able to have a trip around the globe. This might sound a bit too hard to achieve, but that is his dream, anyway. He's began to save money for that for almost 2 years.

|| Meeting "the man of his dream" ||
True enough, with someone who usually has his head up to the cloud like Daniel, meeting someone who he can loved and devoted himself for has always been a desire of his.


Bio

Like many other inhabitants of this town of Ashwald, Daniel's past is a big mystery. Not only for other people, but also for himself. All that he could remembered is that night 7 years ago. It was a cold night, the streets were deserted. And Daniel was found in an alley, fainted and exhausted. When he woke up, he already found himself in the hospital. When they asked him where he came from, or if he had any relatives, Daniel just couldn't remember anything about his past at all. All that he could remember is his name, that he was half-Korean and his birthday. Whenever he tried to remember, he got severe headache and he couldn't do anything about it. However, he still has to lead on a new life here.

He lived in a rented cozy house and his life has been quite normal. Daniel has applied for a job as assistant for the flower shop and lead on a normal life ever since then, until he found out about his power when he was 18. At first, he was scared. But when he found out that there are other special people like him, he wasn't anymore and decided to use it to help other people when they need it. Now, you can often find Daniel hanging around the flower shop with his boss or at his house watering the potted plants which he put on the windows in the kitchen.




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So begins...

Daniel Kim's Story

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As the sunshine drifted through the window's glass onto the sole bed in the room, it slowly woke the young man sleeping peacefully on it up. Daniel opened his eyes, sat up on the bed and stretched his arms. Man, today's going to be another great day, I can tell. He thought and grinned to himself. Well yeah, that was the beginning of a brand new day for him, always cheerful and energetic like that.

After got down from the bed, he got dressed into something that he felt comfortable to wear and cleaned himself up a bit before headed downstairs towards his kitchen. With his headphone on, he sang along with his currently favorite lists while toasted some bread, making some sunny-side eggs with sausages and bacon. "On top of the world, on top of it all. Trying to feel invincible. Yeah oh~ Here I am on my own." When Daniel finished with all the cooking, he placed them all on a small dish and put them on the dining table. Enjoying his little breakfast, he thought about his plans for today.

When he had done with the eating, he put the dish into the sink and washed it. Then, he grabbed the sprayer and watered the potted plants on the window nearby. They were growing blissfully as ever. When everything has been done, he grabbed his bag and made his way out to the door. Put on the sneakers, he went out and locked the door.

Taking a deep breath at the fresh air, Daniel smiled to himself before made his way on the sidewalk. Today was indeed a really beautiful day. As he walked, he could felt the soft breeze of the morning and the gentle sunshine on his skin. Everything was indeed peaceful. This town of Ashweld after all is just like any other normal town. Except for it to be full of surprises and magic.

When he got to the shop, he could saw that the Open sign has been put on, indicates that his boss, Jannay, is already here. Well, even though she is one year younger than him, he still respects her as someone of a higher position. As he pushed the door to get inside, the bell chimes. As usual, Daniel greeted her with a light-hearted smile, "Good morning, Jannay." He said as he hung his bag on the hanger and put on his apron before began to do his everyday's job. The scent of the flowers was pleasant and it seemed that everything seems happy today.

Daniel walked to a few plants that withered since last night, he sat down and closed his eyes as he held his palm in front them. A few seconds later, the plants quickly revived and blossomed. He smiled before turned to Jannay, "Today sure is a nice day, huh? Got any plans?"

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ImagePulling her hair into a tight, high ponytail with the black scrunchy she always kept on her wrist, a happy smile danced on her lips. Something about today was just pleasing. It made Jannay feel delighted and lighthearted. Maybe it was the the temperature. The cherry blossoms maybe. Ashwald was such a quaint town. With it's small and close knit community. It just exuded feelings of acceptance and peacefulness. Well, that was what it felt like to her at least.

She grabbed her mandatory lime green apron from the rack beside the door and reached around her back to tie it. She gazed at the only other one on the rack, Daniel's. Scrutinizing it. As of the late she was thinking about changing the design. It had been the same since before she was even born. Inky black threads spelled Hummingbird Creations along the top in big, fancy cursive letters. Right above the small dark silhouette of a Hummingbird. The shops patron creature. It was cute and all, but Jannay felt like some change would do a bit of good. What would it hurt?

Jannay bounced to the back room of the shop and examined the thermostat. It had felt slightly too warm. At first she thought it was maybe the turtleneck she was adorning, but looking at the small contraption attached to the wall, she could see it was not just her. Pressing her finger to the small button, she brought down the number by just a few degrees. The shop would not be too cold, but it would be nice and cool. The perfect environment for her flowers.

Hearing the doors chime, she stuck her head out of the back room to greet whoever entered. "Mornin' Danny!" she called out in her childish sing song voice. Bounding over to the male, she watched as he put his gift into action. Eyes widening as she watched the wilted flowers swiftly rejuvenate. Their petals opening up wide as if greeting life again. Despite seeing him do that exact same thing a multitude of times in the past, it still managed to amaze her. At times she was even envious of his power. She might of been able to manipulate plants, but he was able to heal them. Keep them alive.

Grabbing a spray bottle from a nearby shelf, Jannay went around and lightly misted the blooms. Important to keep them hydrated. "Yeah. It's a beautiful day." She agreed wholeheartedly. "Nothing much." She continued. "Think I will go for a walk then garden some. What about you? Got yourself a date?" She grinned at the boy she found all too adorable and waggled her eyebrows.

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"No," Nikita scoffed in reply, "we were talking about how a particular ginger should mind her own business."

There were a million different replies that popped up in Aurora's head. They ranged from defensive words to sarcasm to bitchy complaints that would spark a much more active argument. But in the end, as Aurora usually responded whenever she was near Nikita's nettlesome presence, the ginger just sighed. That's all she could do; just sigh. It made her sad that no matter how hard she tried, she just couldn't spark any sort of connection with her coworker. (Except for a negative connection, of course.) Silver linings could never be found in the copious clouds of steam Nikita produced when infuriated. But no matter how hard the brunette's scornful words made a dent in her head, Aurora Springfield just had to keep reminding herself that not everyone in her life could be pleased. After all, that was the sheer reason why she was living in Ashweld in the first place...

Accentuate the positive, eliminate the negative, she kept recycling in her mind until she realized that the positive in this dull situation was Damien. She flung herself off of the stool as though she were a child slingshotting herself off of a playground swing, leaving Nikita to her sketchpad. Her half-full cup of tea still gripped in her tiny hands, she waltzed over next to him, at the same time positioning herself near the cash register, getting ready for a customer that was bound to come eventually...

"So I've been thinking," she muttered, "well, I've been thinking about a lot of things, but I've been particularly thinking that perhaps we should start a band. Maybe not you and me of course...I don't know if you have any interest in musical talent or whatever..." she nervously chuckled, "But like, I want to find some friends who can play instruments for the barbecue coming up. I don't know...picking a wonderful a song, getting the town all excited...I think it would be fun. And it would make for some good memories, right?" she asked. But before she gave Damien a chance to reply, Aurora gasped.

"SHOOT!" she cried, her lips almost about to utter another more explicit exclamation, "I forgot about the thing...for the guy...for today...urhm..." She paced back and forth, her fingers squirming in anxiety. And then frantically, her eyes shot glances back and forth between Nikita and Damien.

"It's not busy right now, right? It's totally not busy right now. You don't need me right this second, I'm sure..." She placed her tea on the counter, as well as the nervous energy that had been plaguing her wriggling fingertips. Grabbing a pen and a notepad from the cubby nearby, she speedily marched towards the other side of the store. "You don't mind if I head out for a bit do you? Really really quick..." but as she said this, she was already gravitating towards the front door. "I won't be long!" she exclaimed, "I won't be long, Damien!" and with a loud bang, Aurora had already shot out the front door onto the streets.

Her stomach began to twist in knots as she thought about how Damien and Nikita would react to her sudden disappearance. But whatever - she had to do this, or else she never would. She clicked the pen in her left hand, steadily held the notepad in her right, and began to walk and scribble down the note she wanted to send her friend. Although to her, he wasn't just a friend - he was a hero.

But as her full attention was put into writing the letter, her peripheral vision was limited, consequently forcing her to knock into something below her as she scurried down the sidewalk.

"Oh!" she yelped, her pen and paper falling down to the ground. Quicker than a hummingbird, she picked up her materials from off of the cement, noticing the giant black dog that stared back at her in what appeared to be rapture. (Despite the fact that she had just bumped right into the poor thing.)

She looked up. It was Clay McCoy. And it was his dog. It was Clay McCoy's dog. That he was walking. He was walking his dog through the neighborhood.

"Sorry!" she apologized to him, "I'm so sorry!" she then apologized to his dog, her voice raising an octave higher. While she petted the cute little canine that really wasn't all that little, she didn't notice the gold band clasped around her ring finger slip right onto the pavement below. She cheerfully chuckled up at Clay, communicating another apology through the look in her bright green eyes, and then bolted right into the flower shop.

A bell rang above her, and she smiled at the two young adults standing happily in front of her.

"Morning!" she chirped, "Is it possible I can get a bouquet or a basket of daisies delivered to someone?"

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Clay was just about done reading the board when all of a sudden he heard Bo make a small noise as a woman all but tumbled over him. Reflexes caused him to reach out and steady the woman, his hand grasped her arm but she moved out of his grasp and went to reterive her items. It took Clay a moment but he finally understood who the woman was, recognizing her by her red hair. Aurora. He gave her a small smile as she explained her sorry's and then turned to apologize to Bo as well. Clay chuckled as he heard Bo grumble, speaking to Aurora softly. Though she would not understand Clay heard his friend say I don't mind pretty lady. He folded his arms as she pet him, there was a soft clink of something hitting the concrete and before Clay could open his mouth to ask her if she had dropped something she was off like a rocket into the Flower Shop.

Shaking his head at her antics he bent down and received a lick from Bo as he moved his hands over the ground trying to see if she had indeed dropped something or if it had been his imagination. "Do you see anything buddy?" He asked as he watched Bo move his head closer to the ground and sniff. He grumbled after a moment telling Clay he had found something. Moving his giant furry head Clay caught sight of a gold ring on the ground and he picked it up examining it closely. It wasn't overly out of the ordinary, something he assumed Aurora would carry. Standing Clay motioned for Bo to follow him, it was only right to return it right away. He entered the small flower shop and immediately his nose was filled with the scent of fresh flowers. Grinning at the owners inside he went to tap on Aurora's shoulder.
"Excuse me ma'am? I think you may have dropped this..." He held the ring out for her to see.

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Matt caught Tessa as she finished ogling Striker and obligingly caught her as she fell into his arms. He laughed and helped her back to her feet. "A girl like you could have that man wrapped around her finger I'm sure." He grinned and leaned against the counter and sighed wistfully "Though he does really have a cute butt." Matt agreed. He looked over to Reed who had spoken and was about to speak again when Tessa took over for him and went to take his hand. He felt a small flush enter his cheeks when his hair was compliemnted and he inclined his head "Thanks I grew it myself." He joked gently."Red does certainly suit you Reed. Matt agreed when Tessa spoke about Reed's hair.

He grabbed a small cloth and began to wipe down a few of the counters. Matt's pride and joy was his store and when he got the chance he would clean it as often as he could. It was a small quirk and he was pleased the Tessa was able to handle his OCD when it came to sweeping mopping and then sweeping once more, so on and so forth.

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Suddenly, the bell chimed a second time.

"Excuse me ma'am? I think you may have dropped this..." said Clay politely, holding out that familiar speck of gold and turquoise sea glass "gem" on top. Time stopped. Aurora, who had forgotten a long time ago that she owned the darned ring in the first place, felt her beating heart fall straight into her churning stomach.

"Keep it."

That wasn't Aurora talking, but sudden instinct. She looked back at forth between Clay and the ring, her hands slightly shaking. The way she looked at that ring was as though she were staring at a deadly black widow spider. But eventually, something inside her snapped, and she nervously chuckled, snatching the ring from Clay's hand.

"No, sorry...thank you!" she praised him, "Thank you so much, Mr. Sheriff sir. Sorry for all the trouble I've caused you...and your dog too!" she giggled.

"I really do owe you one!"

With that, she jauntily smiled at him, showing off her tiny white teeth. She then slipped the gold band back on her ring finger, trying hard not to do so with reluctance.





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Strike silently and soundlessly glided down the soundwalk, chuckling to himself as he listened to Tom utter an endless river of curse words underneath his breath. Tom was volatile. Tom was just like a grenade, always about to blow. But Tom wasn't dull, that was for fucking sure.

Suddenly, his friend stopped in his tracks, causing Strike to come to an abrupt halt as well.

"I'm going to make a couple deliveries. Or free samples. It depends if they pay or not," Tom speedily told his boss. Gerald was curious as to who on earth his lunatic employee was about to annoy next, but he shrugged in acceptance.

"Alright. Pub opens in an hour. Still got plenty of time to kill."

As they entered inside the bookstore, Aurora swiftly ran out. Just like Tom, Strike raised a brow.

"Rory!" he called, but she was blatantly buried in her pen and paper, indifferent to the world around her. As per usual.

He sighed and watched her run away. There was a part of him that was intrigued by her brisk journey throughout the neighborhood, but he decided not to pursue her. She was a woman now, not the child that he used to know.

Eventually, Strike waltzed into the bookstore, another place where he didn't come in often. Tom was standing over by the counter, his infamous flask gripped in his hands.

"Hello fuckers. he roared. He was stupidly presenting himself to the owner, Damien Greyson, and his assistant, Nikita Vraisi. With the look already plastered on the girl's face, Strike knew it wouldn't take long until she was the second girl Tom had quarreled with that day. "Nicky, I got a delivery for you. I could tell from a distance you haven't had your booze today, what'll it be?" he asked, holding a flask in hand, "I'll take cash. Or I'll pay Strike for you..."

In response, Gerald just rolled his eyes behind him, silently leaning against the wall and crossing his arms over his chest in the background.




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Daniel took the scissors and pruned some of the plants. It's not good for them not having enough space to breath. "Think I will go for a walk then garden some. What about you? Got yourself a date?" Jannay asked. Daniel just shrugged with a smile, "Nah, I think I'm going to hang around town a bit. Guess I'm all by myself like everyday though. But I'm hopin' that I could find some new companies."

He unveiled some of the curtains around the shop to let the sunlight came in. It was really refreshing though. After that, he heard the door bell chimed and a girl with red hair came in. Just by looking, he can already guessed that she was kinda in a hurry though. So he smiled whole-heartedly to their customer, "Welcome to our flower's shop. How can we help you?"

"Morning!" she chirped, "Is it possible I can get a bouquet or a basket of daisies delivered to someone?"

"Sure, no problems." Daniel smiled again as he turned around to find the daisies, "Let's see..." When he saw them, he chosen some of the freshest ones. Usually it was his job to choose the flowers and Jannay will wrapped them into a bouquet or arranged them into a basket. Just as he was going to give the daisies for his boss, the bell rang again and Clay, the town's Sheriff came in. Daniel raised an eyebrow, he was wondering why he was here. Maybe he also wanted to buy some flowers or because of something else?

As the Sheriff grinned to them, he returned the red-hair girl something that she dropped. She seemed to be somewhat reluctant to take it back, making Daniel somewhat curious. But he quickly shook his head. He was definitely not someone who like to poke into other people's private lives. He giggled a bit after the Sheriff left and handed the flowers to Jannay. All of those flowers in this shop were taken care by Jannay and they always look so fresh and beautiful. "Here."

As they waited for Jannay to finish the bouquet, Daniel turned to the girl with a smile, "Today was a really nice day, huh? Are you going to visit someone? Oh, and by the way, I'm Daniel."

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Image"Mm hmm. . ." Jannay humed as she listened to her cute employee. Lightly misting the the flowers with a quick squirt each, she touched a petal of one of the myriad of flowers. A Sasanqua Camellia she recognized. With butterfly like strokes, she examined the supple petals. Beautiful baby pink in color, the water droplets glistened in the sunlight coming from the large bay window that Daniel just opened the curtains to. Those Camellia's were about to go out of season. The fact that they were still blooming in early spring testified that this specific batch consisted of fighters. The splashes of pink littering the floor, brought to her attention that she needed to sweep the floor soon. Would not want anybody to slip on a fallen petal. It was not exactly a fun experience. She would know. Jannay had fallen onto the unforgiving tile due to a petal on many different occasions.

She hooked her small spray bottle to the pocket of her apron and was about to head for the broom, when the bell chimed. Immediately, her head swiveled to greet the newcomers. A kindly smile gracing her plump lips. Jannay's eyes shimmered with mirth as she recognized her friend Aurora. It was fairly easy to do as no one else in their small town had the same head of fiery locks. "Of course!" She chirped and dove behind the long counter to scrounge up a basket. A basket of Daises was what she wanted.

She popped back up and placed a small, cute woven basket on the counter top. It looked sort of like an upside down top hat to Jannay. About the size of half of her forearm. As the door bell chimed again, she was quite surprised to see the sheriff walk in. Clay did not come to her shop too often. Matching his polite smile, with her own courteous one, she watched the interaction between him and Aurora with interest. Jannay raised a perfectly arched eyebrow and craned her neck to see the ring he was offering. She wondered why her friend seemed anxious. Or maybe it was just her.

Clay left with his giant dog in tow, and Jannay reached out to receive the flowers Daniel was handing her. "Ooh~!" She squealed like a schoolgirl. Aurora and Clay. Clay and Aurora. How precious.

With skilled fingers she began to arrange the daises in a way that would best showcase their beauty. Pale yellow combined with pure white and pastel pink Daises because the colors were light and inviting, as was spring. Gently she tucked them in and twisted them around one another until she was satisfied. Holding out the basket in her hands, she grinned.

"Aurora, who do you want to make this delivery out to?"

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"No worries Rory," Clay stated. Rory?

"Say you can pay be back by dancing with me at the Town BBQ next week," he said, moving towards the front door. "Have a great day, I'll see you around."
The last grin he gave her, it was as though he had cast an invisible spell that made her entire face burn red. It wasn't because she was entranced by him. In fact it was quite the contrary. With the events that had just unfolded, Aurora was embarrassed, uncomfortable, and desperately wanted to get out of the room...

At least until a jolly young man with disheveled black hair uttered words in her direction.

"Today was a really nice day, huh? Are you going to visit someone?" he asked her. "Oh, and by the way, I'm Daniel."

She beamed, her cheeks fading back to their naturally rosy shade of pink. "I'm Aurora," she greeted, "And yeah, I'm planning to give those flowers to a friend as a sort of...well...remembrance of something that I'm grateful for." She twirled her hair in thought, "To put it simply, I guess you can say it's a 'thank you' gift. Only more meaningful...?"

Her voice trailing off in awkwardness, Aurora's green eyes scoped out the flower shop, her nose succumbing to the scents of roses, sunflowers, carnations, daffodils, and other flowers that were hard to find in Boston, Massachusetts. In Ashweld, magic was everywhere, and this place was no exception. Even though no wind from the outside world penetrated through the shop's interior, the blossoms around her seemed to twist and turn in delight - as though they were dancing.

Aurora gasped at the gorgeous arrangement that her friend, Jannay, had briskly put together inside a wooden basket. The owner of the flower shop and by far the most beautiful girl in town, Jannay was a woman who had inspired Aurora ever since the first day they had met. She was alive and independent, and possessed a face that was as fresh as a falling raindrop. Besides the help that she got from her assistant, Jannay practically ran a thriving, growing business all by her lonesome, and to Aurora, if that didn't mean dedication and hard work, than she didn't know what did.

In essence, Jannay was everything that Aurora wanted to be.

"Aurora, who do you want to make this delivery out to?" she asked. The redhead tightened her grasp on the note she had written mere minutes ago, and breathed a bit of air out in reassurance. This was going to be awkward again...

"Well...I was hoping it could go out to the owner of the Black Bottle pub...Gerald Strike," she said, getting closer to the counter where her newly-arranged basket was located. "I was hoping to attach this to it..." she held out the green piece of paper to Jannay with her left hand, and produced twenty more green pieces of paper to pay for the flowers with her right.

"Like I said, it's a 'thank you' gift to commemorate a thing," she muttered, "He's a very good friend."

But Aurora was unaware of the fact that Strike was not a very good friend to Jannay Arden Polanco, because much to her innocent unknowing, the two of them had once been a couple. But now they were undoubtedly broken, and the shards of glass from their ancient relationship had been left uncleaned. And when shards were still left out in the open, they had a tendency to hurt when stepped on.

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Character Portrait: Aurora Springfield Character Portrait: Jannay Arden Polanco Character Portrait: Daniel Kim Character Portrait: Cassandra "Diane" Van Allen Character Portrait: Damien Greyson Character Portrait: Thomas Kirk
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Suddenly, the bell chimed again, and a woman with brown hair and intense hawk-like eyes marched into the flower shop. Perhaps the lady's face was just in its natural placid position, but Aurora could tell that there was something serious on her mind. Something much more serious than buying a basket of flowers for Gerald Strike.

"Y'know what...I'll deliver the flowers myself," the redhead stuttered, grabbing the basket and pulling the green note back before Jannay could lay a finger on it. "I'm sure you two will be busy, and I'm in a rush anyway..."

Gracefully pivoting back in the opposite direction, Aurora waved to the flower shop employees before exiting the premises. "So long, Jannay!" she thanked her friend with a nod, "And it was a pleasure to meet you, Daniel!" She then gave them both a small wave, opened the door, and returned to the streets.

The flowers fluttered in the wind, but still respectfully remained in the basket's interior. Jannay's shop was the best, because no matter what you bought, the products were always in good quality. And these daisies were perhaps the best Aurora had ever seen. She walked down the sidewalk in undiluted rapture, even skipping once or twice, until she came to exterior of the Black Bottle pub.

She tugged on the front door a few times, sighing. It was still closed. A little surprising, as it was already lunch time, but not out of expected tolerances. As though she were a thief, the girl slowly gazed left and right, making sure there was nobody there to watch what she was about to do. Suddenly, Aurora disappeared, and popped back five seconds later inside Strike's dark and up-to-date establishment.

The basket went on the bar table first. Then Aurora stuffed the piece of paper into the flower arrangement. She looked around for a couple of moments, but didn't bother to steal anything. As much as she tried, she wasn't really the drinking type. Alcohol didn't give her the same satisfaction as other young adults her age.

When Aurora left the Black Bottle, she pulled out her smartphone, and started to construct a text meant for Damien...

To: Damien
From: Aurora
Heading back to bookstore now. Didja miss me? Srry I took so long...


Hitting send, Aurora mosied back to work. But as soon as one quest had been completed, another one came to distract her. There was an alleyway right beside her. Quiet, dark, unbothered. In other words, perfect.

Again, she checked left and right before bolting into the backstreet, her red lips curling up into a sly-looking smile. Although Aurora wasn't planning anything deceptive - no, she was simply trying something new.

She took a deep breath, stood as stiff as a board, and hastily began to move her hands apart from each other, as if she were trying to rip the air in front of her like wrapping paper on a present. Much to her chagrin, however, absolutely nothing happened. She shrugged, her eyes seeded to the ground. If only she were young again...perhaps it would work....




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Strike returned Damien's small nod with a valiant nod of his own, his trademark scowl still scribbled over his eyes and lips and everything inbetween. For a second, his face lifted into an expression of surprise. He hadn't been inside the bookstore in a while. It was much more cluttered than he had remembered.

Tapping his fingers to his forearms, Gerald checked the time on his wristwatch. It was clearly past afternoon, something he hadn't been expecting. He shrugged - it was a stupid move to pair up with Thomas at this time, and he couldn't afford to keep the business unopened any longer. After all, time was money, and for a broke twenty-something like him, money equaled existence.

And so, with the gait of a cunning cat, Strike noiselessly exited the building, not even bothering to tell Thomas that he was leaving the bookstore without him. Hands in the front pockets of his father's raggedy black motorcycle jacket, he strode down the street, coming to the glass-coated entrance of the Black Bottle in a matter of seconds.

He put his key in the door and turned it, the cool refreshing air from inside the pub flooding out into the town. As expected, an old man with tattered clothes slept on the bench by the front door. This homeless man's name was Eugene, and although his skin was withered and wrinkled, his charm remained fresh and youthful. (Especially when he had one to many drinks inside his corpulent stomach.)

Strike grabbed the cane that was nestled on the side of the wooden bench, and with it, tapped the old man's kneecap. He shuddered, his long snore abruptly cutting short as he stared at the young man with intrigue.

"Pub's open, friend." Strike said. Eugene's receding eyebrows raised. "Oh...well goody goody..."

The Black Bottle wasn't lavish, but it wasn't entirely crass. Everything pigmented a black, chestnut, or timid shade of white, the pub was filled with both circular tables and cushy window-side booths that broadcasted the happenings of the bustling streets outside. A long table littered with stools, glasses, and multicolored bottles stood at the very end of the room, an entranceway leading to Strike's upstairs apartment hidden close by. Candles with flickering flames were scattered here and there, as well as a stone-assembled fireplace on the west side of the building. So maybe the pub wasn't entirely grand, but it sure produced a warm, friendly atmosphere that even the most condemning of residents could easily grow comfortable in.

It didn't take long for Strike to notice the arrangement of daisies sitting on the bar's long table. "The hell..." he muttered, approaching the basket in suspicion. There was a green piece of paper next to the blossoms - clearly it had fallen out of the wooden basket a while ago. He picked it up, straightened it out, and read it to himself...

Gerry,
It's been a year since the events of you-know-what, and I just thought I'd give these daisies to you as a sign of gratitude. Forgive me, but...I feel as though I can never truly repay you. So I thought I'd just take your advice a second time. After all, a man once told me that if you "follow the daisies, surely good fortune will find you."

Thanks again for the freedom. I've enjoyed every second of it.

~ A


His lips curling up into a warm smile, Strike shook his head. He'd have to thank her later.

He crumpled the note into his back pocket, and placed the flowers on the floor in a safe spot where they wouldn't be crushed. Approaching the window, Gerald turned the sign on the door, showing cursive letters that read "we are now OPEN." He then put his leather jacket behind the bar, exposing a black tie over a grey-collared, button-down shirt. Finally, he grabbed a white rag and scrubbed down the bar's smooth surace, waiting for customers, or at least his employees, to show up.



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Character Portrait: Aurora Springfield Character Portrait: Tessa Vane Character Portrait: Jannay Arden Polanco Character Portrait: Diana Greyson Character Portrait: Daniel Kim Character Portrait: Clay McCoy
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Strike wasn't expecting the pub to be so lackadaisical in nature. It was still barren and bland. Only Eugene sat in one of the sleek black booths by the window, all by his lonesome as he wistfully gazed out the tinted window, a shotglass twirling in his hands. He had on his usual whimsical stare, the stare that Strike understood as him longing for his eventful past, whatever it had been like. The way he glared out into the unknown like a lost puppy, Strike couldn't help but feel his pain. Or rather, feel like he was in the old man's ruddy shoes himself.

But before Strike could succumb to the brooding emotions Eugene's loneliness produced, he decided to shoot out a few texts to his colleagues. He pulled his phone from out of his pocket, his brow furrowing as his eyes skimmed across Tom's text message that had been sent rather recently.

From: Tom
Serving drinks. Saving us the cost of buying them with my talent.


Gerald scoffed at the screen and quickly replied.

To: Tom
From: Strike
Very funny. Get your ass over here or you're not getting paid today.


He then scrolled down through his contacts until he found Kat's name.

To: Kat
From: Strike
You sick or something? Still waiting for you and Tom at work.


On a less sarcastic and critical note, he then decided to text Aurora and thank her.

To: Rory
From: Strike
Wonder who left me the present at work today...


It only took ten seconds until his phone vibrated. If she was at the bookstore where she worked, it clearly wasn't busy.

From: Rory
Glad you liked it! :) I thought youd think it was stupid


His lips curled ever so slightly

To: Rory
From: Strike
It was stupid, but in a good way. Thank you. I can't believe you even remembered about that.


She replied, but it took her a minute instead of a couple of seconds.

From: Rory
How could I forget??? Its more than just redemption to me, Gerry. Anyways, I have to tell you something. Its about my power...I think its more than just a gateway.


Strike stared at the screen for a moment, bewildered. He looked around. Still nobody in the pub except Eugene.

To: Rory
From: Strike
What do you mean?


Now it took her two minutes to reply.

From: Rory
Well yknow how we met in like a dream? I think subspace is connected to stuff like that. Dreams, ideas, thoughts...even my emotions. Not only is it an add-on to reality, but its parallel to it. And I think people are connected to those add-ons too. You and me and everyone else. There are millions of us. I could tell you more, and Im going to tell you more soon. But...yeah. KK imma go now. Ttyl.





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Aurora slammed the phone down on the counter near the register and stretched, a long puff of air expelling itself from her lips, which were starting to grow dry and chapped. The bookstore was dead, Nikita, Thomas Kirk, and gallons of alcohol were conversing in their private, slightly angsty discussion, and Aurora was all alone. And all of a sudden, all of the pessimistic, unworthy feelings she had tried to supress with meds daily - the roller-coaster affect of her mood swings - they painfully started to bubble up inside of her like boiling hot water inside a metal pan. She needed some air. And quickly. This bookstore was just too dark...

She grabbed a stool and the fantasy novel she had been reading before, and noiselessly slipped outside. She placed the stool by the front door, it's green paint chipping as per usual. The sunny weather had been refreshing before, but now it just felt dense and muggy. The cloudless sky above her was in it's pre-sunset phase; not dark, but a dull, turquoise shade of blue. A very boring hue. Sighing, she opened up her book and began to flick through the pages.

Thirty pages in, and she wasn't entertained at all. She felt nothing. She was nothing. Aurora wanted to throw the shitty piece of crap-literature on the ground, and eventually she did. What was she doing here? Why was she in Ashweld? She had millions of fantasies at her fingertips, and yet none of them felt whole and real enough than the one she had left behind. She stared long and hard at the golden ring around her finger, tears lining the back of her eyes. Had she been selfish, or right? She only wanted escape and freedom, but now that she had it, she was lost. Undefined. Incomplete. Spinning in circles. Even a town filled with superpowered people like her couldn't quell her need to forgive him. He'd shown her love, even if it was set up, and she had shown him fire...

Suddenly, she slapped herself. LITERALLY slapped herself. No - she needed to control her unstable emotions. This was just her mental disease speaking to her. She had been put in a cage. A stupid gilded cage. But every time she repeated those words in her head, the more they formed into a sugarcoated lie.

Having enough, she stood up, deciding that she'd visit subspace for a while to take her idiotic mind off of idiotic things. But as she looked left and right for the third time that day, she realized that no one was around. It was so desolate, so quiet, so dry, that the world felt like a ghost town. Aurora wouldn't be surprised if a tumbleweed passed through the streets. Maybe it was just an uneventful day...

Maybe it was time to try again.

She looked down at her feet, exhaled, and spread her arms out shoulder-width apart. The girl would get it right this time. She had to. Aurora pulled the air in front of her open again, this time relaxing instead of tensing up. Nothing. She pulled harder. Still nothing. Even harder. Again, nothing. And then when she stretched her fingers apart, moving her feet away from each other as she stomped onto the dirty cement, she felt something. A slight tug. A door.

She tried not to gasp or exert more energy in surprise through her toil. This was just like fishing - if she yanked the line too hard, she was sure to lose the the prize. And this wasn't just some casual fishing she was doing, this was the fishing freaking championships. However, she was losing her catch just by remaining lax, so she pulled harder. It came closer. Harder. Even closer. HARDER. She almost had it...

And then suddenly, without warning, without expectations, without delay, a force pelted her so hard, that she fumbled to the ground. It sounded like a miniature explosion, but it felt like a whirlwind, sucking her in. She removed the strands of stringy red hair away from her face, and looked up at her creation. There, standing two feet in front of her, was a field. Or rather, a field inside of a circular, vibrating portal outlined in a blue mystical light. Her breath stolen, Aurora stared in awe. She had done it. She had opened a door outside of subspace. She had proven that universes were connected to reality, like she had theorized.

She put her right hand through the swirling vortex, and as if on cue, a bird perched in one of the far-off treetops flew closer, situating itself on her pale white fingertips. This wasn't some ordinary bird. It was blue, but it wasn't a bluejay. No, it's color was that of the sky. It had the figure of a raven, but instead of being the symbol of night, it was the essence of day.

And when the bluebird flew from her fingers straight into the world of Ashweld, that's when Aurora felt the weight of the world on her shoulders. It was as if the life had instantly been drained from her, her knees going wobbly, her ears popping, then ringing. Her head about to explode. She collapsed right there, lifelessly unconscious while a slick, black shadow slinked through her portal, multiplying itself like a sped-up amoeba until it came in a dozen large shades of coal-like smoke, and sped through all parts of the town. It was an unnatural wind with no intentions of being tamed.

Aurora had not simply created a portal.

She had created a monster.