Nickolas Orako's Story

Nickolas woke slowly from his sudden blackout after touching the soft Earth for the first time. He stood up and brushed off the dust that had clung to the white shirt and jeans he now wore. He looked around and saw that all his belongings he had decided to take with him were spread across the ground as he walked around groggily to pick up his property.

The first object he picked up was his lyre. He plucked the golden strings as a heavenly tone emerged causing a buck to walk over curiously. Nickolas ran his fingers over the strings once more and the deer went up to him. "Hello there friend." he said and petted the quadruped and the deer reacted by grunting in pleasure.

Nickolas smiled and then turn around and picked up a jacket and proceeded to put it on himself as the deer grunted once more telling Nickolas he was going to leave and the boy nodded. "Farewell friend I hope to see you again soon." he said smiling then grabbed the final object, his sleeping pet, Wisp in his regular form of a white rat. Nickolas chuckled and put it in the jacket pocket started to walk into town with the lyre tucked under his arm and the rat still asleep.

Nickolas hummed softly as he walked down the road and he heard the sweet hum of a violin and he stopped in his tracks and spun lightly, even going up into the air a few inches before falling back down and he rushed through the woods to reach the source of the music. It was hundreds of yards away but he could hear it only through the wind through him.

He smiled and saw on the top of the hill was a single girl playing her violin all alone, not a soul to disturb her. Nick slipped behind the tree without her noticing and quickly changed his lyre into an acoustic guitar and listened for her to stop and he took a silent breath and played a few notes. They sounded as if they were less of the sounds of plucking strings and were more of the sound of the wind blowing through a field of purple lilacs.

His song carried on for only about half a minute before he stood up and walked calmly to the other side of the tree and smiled sweetly. "Hello there, I hope you don't find me rude but I heard your violin and I just had to see what goddess was playing, I think I found my answer." he said then held out his hand. "My name is Nickolas, and you are M'dear?"

Perry Turner

"Perry,Perry Turner...I....don't believe we've met....ummmm" Nickolas smiled at the girl. She seemed somewhat nervous but that really didn't bother him since he was kinda nervous himself. "Perry, weird name you dont hear it often. I like it." he said giving off a large grin. He thought for a moment then snapped his fingers. "Turner, your brother's having a party tonight isn't he? " he asked giving her a small grin before leaning on the tree.

" I see you play the strings too." Nickolas nodded. "Yup any instrument that has strings I can play. Harp, Lyre, Violin, Guitar, Cello, even some Pianos, I think you get it." he said then slid the bow in his pocket and pulled Wisp back out changed back into his white rodent form, plump and tired. "So... I'm guessing you've had the violin for a good bit of time. It looks a bit aged but well kept almost like a child." he then stopped himself. "Sorry, no offense sometimes I just can't shut up like this time when me and my brothers were picking out what to do.." he clasped his hands over his mouth. "Sorry." he stood there silently looking at the Viola and as she looked away he swapped it to a Lyre again in three seconds the only sign of it changing was the wind picking up.

"So Ms.Turner tell me a bit about yourself, I've been a bit of a chatterbox so I feel kinda guilty." he smiled and let out a little chuckle and plucked the strings of the lyre making the sound of rain hitting a leaf.

Perry Turner

“I really do like that name. It’s an odd name to have here, but … It’s nice,”

"I'm glad that you think that it's nice." He said, turning his smile to her. He felt as if he was in a dream, although he knows perfectly well not, but these moments were one of the times where he thought he would never get. Sayuri's attempt to organize the papers had hypnotized him, making him figure how can she do something that difficult, but nonetheless, he snapped back to reality to continue his answer. 'Supposedly, Spring was supposed to be named after the personality of our mother; the loving and cheery side, which explained why I was like this, and I was born towards the same personality and takes after my mother with Fall. Although I have no idea where he is now." He said, scratching the back of his head, still trying to figure out where his brothers had escaped.

“I’m happy that you like it. I love this club. I’m Student Body President, after all. Why would I do something that I don’t love?”

She tucked her arms under him, and rested her head on his shoulders. He quickly giggled, and drummed his fingers on the table. She was right. Why would someone do something they don't like if they didn't like it in the first place? That's another question that had Jackson wondering every time. He particularly likes anything, whether it be a garbage or a dead body. Well, maybe not the latter, but you get the idea. Except that and a gloomy person. He never liked dark gloomy peoples. It just defies his personality. "I agree." He smiled beaming back Sayuri.

“So, if you’re Spring, and your parents are the Moon and the Sun, then who are Winter, Autumn, and Summer? Are they male? Female? Are they your siblings then?” she asked, her curiosity evident. She leaned back and took both his hands between hers, looking at him eagerly. “I want to know everything. Please tell me, Spring,” she practically begged.

He quickly attempted to remember the answers to her question. This was quite unexpected but who cares. Jackson will answer any question for her. He shuffled through the memories, and most of the answers he needed were already scavenged, and now he just needs to piece them together with words. "Those three, are my brothers. Christian Orako, the Winter. He is a bit like me, seeing as we both like to sleep, and when we're awake, we would do different things to kill the free times we might have." He said, thinking the times where he and Christian would sometimes argue about trivial things like the differences of the books they read. But it will either be ended with an apology from Jackson, or the two other brothers settle the things down for them.

"Then comes Nickolas. He's the childish one of the group, and also the one that plays string instruments. Well, I don't really know what's that, but I think it's nice?" He thought, as the plays of Nickolas's instruments never really got into him. He's just not that interested in it. "Well, we can be both the same childish, but I'm just cheery... I think?" Question marks keeps on appearing in his head, and all he did was push them all away and will find answers for it until later.

"Then finally, Alexander. Well, at times, he can be really, really, hot headed, and would mostly rush things without other people's consents. A natural leader, some calls him, but I think he's just being nice. Because he only rushed things when it involves his friends or us." He smiled nervously, and tried to remember anything he forgot to add in. "Well, that's about it about them. If you want to know more, I suggest you get to know them. Because I really don't know how to explain in words of how awesome and loving my brothers is." He said, his smile brightly shone back to Sayuri. "I really, really love them!"

“Of course Perry” he said with a bit of a chuckle as he said it. Nickolas smiled as Perry started to talk about her own instrument. It was amusing really, how shy she was and the boy she was talking to was a polar opposite. It was almost too unbelievable, but then again he was a god talking to a mortal so that’s a bit unbelievable too.

When she tried to change the subject and talk about his own past he panicked slightly in his head. ”Oh no, Oh no think think” he screamed in his thoughts then a small lie dawned on him, it might just work well enough for him to get by. “I started playing when I was around ten, I just kinda fell in love with the stuff you know, how beautiful the sound of the strings being plucked at just the right time so that they make a perfect melody.” He sighed and ran his fingers over his lyre once more. Wisp seemed to do almost the same fluttered his eyes. “Yes me and my brothers all play a different type of…” his flicked back to the thought of his lost siblings and he looked back at Perry. “Oh uh sorry I need to find my brothers, I don’t know this town too well and I think I may need some help, care to escort me, I would really enjoy your company Perry.