Chapter five-Candy...
Y/n=your name
E/c=enter characteristics for example hair, eye colour.
F/c= favourite colour
F/a= favourite animal
S/f/c= second favourite colour
More will added as it goes on.
Btw your hair is dyed ginger.
On the fifth day of December gave to me FIVE CANDY RINGS!!!!!!!!!!!!
Y/n pov
I let out a yawn and stretch. And accidentally hit Laurence in the face. "Oh my god I'm so sorry!" I say. Standing up and massaging his face. He looks shocked but quickly moves his hand to over mine. I feel heat rise to my cheeks. His eyes widen and he looks down, wood on his cheeks a warm rosewood colour. "Um...I'm s-sorry." I say looking down. "D-don't be." He says. His wooden square like fingers intertwine with mine. A melody begins and snow begins whirling around us. I look down at my feet, my feet rise up onto pointe so my eyes are in line with Laurence's. I close my eyes when something light touches my cheek. It's warm and soft. Like a snowflake. Then Laurence's fingers become more rounded, soft and warm. I gasp and open my eyes. I look up and see Laurence's bright blue eyes. But instead of them being slightly dull and painted looking they're full of life and...human looking. He looks nearly human. The skin on his face looks human but with marks that looks like knots and grains. But his body is more human looking. I lift my hand to gently brush his hair. Its soft and more...hair like. My hand travels down his face and hold his cheek. Its soft and warm.
"H-how?" "What?" "Laurence...you h-have..." His hand touches mine and rubs his own cheek. His eyes widen. The melody gets louder and he begins to dance with me.
Third person pov.
Twirl, plié, lift. Laurence's shirt turns to normal fabric and a green cloak appears on his flowing down his back. Laurence begins to dances to the familiar tune. A pair of black male ballet shoes appear on his feet. The dance seems so familiar to him. Then he remembers why.
~flashback~
Laurence's pov
"Laurence hurry up!" Garroth yells. I sprint after him, hopping on one foot tying to tie on my ballet shoes. I run into the hall and...trip over my own two feet. And slide across the floor. I get up and brush myself off. "Ahh! Laurence your here! I would like you to meet my friend —— Thomas Drosslemeyer and his niece...Clara-y/n. You two will be learning the dance for the Yule ball." "But mum..." "No buts Laurence. You and Garroth go talk to Clara-y/n." I sigh and walk over to the little six year old hiding behind a man with black hair and green eyes. Garroth grabs my hand and death glares the girl. "Hi..." I say reluctantly. "H-hi?" She stepped out from behind her uncle and begins playing with her e/c curly, coloured hair. The song comes up and I offer my hand. She takes it and I lead her on to the ballroom floor. I try guiding her but when I begin to stuff up she leads me out of it and leads me aside from doing the female moves. "Your really good!" I say. "T-thanks. My father taught me and my brother. He beat us when we mess up." "Oh... that's horrible." I say. She rolls up her long sleeves to reveal long scars. "Oh...my god. After come up to my room."
~timeskip~
I drag Clara-y/n upstairs and plop her on my bed. She begins taking off her dress to reveal an under dress. I grab a necklace that my mother gave me. She said it can heal others. I put it around my neck and place a hand on her shoulder. My hand glows gold and I let out a small muffled squeak of fear. Her back and arms glow f/c. My hands aura becomes s/f/c and/or dark green.
Third person pov.
Both of them black out mentally. Garroth walks in on them and also blacks out. Their eyes turn white. Garroth's body turns gold, light blue and dark blue. Laurence's body turns dark and light green with gold. And Clara-y/n's body turns f/c, s/f/c and gold.
~flashback ends.
The melody ends and I look into y/n's e/c coloured orbs. My fingers feel colder and...that spark that made me feel human disappears. The snow leaves and y/n collapses. I pick her up bridal style and walk back to where Garroth is...packing up the camp. I grab a cloak and throw it on top of her. Garroth looks over. "What happened?" "The Melody. The one we met with. She's Clara-y/n." His eyes widen. "You think she?..." "Garroth...we were seven. She was six. I'm going to be nineteen on Christmas day."
Eventually y/n wakes up and walks with us. And we get to Candyland. I'm sorry but why did my great great ect grandfather call it Candyland. It's...so stupid. My wooden fingers brush against the giant tim tams and skittles. "What's that?" Y/n says in fear. I look towards to where y/n is pointing. Up ahead theres smoke. We run up and see destroyed buildings. Garroth falls to the ground and begins pulling on his ears.
Y/n sets up a campsite for us and begins singing. Her arms wrap around a crying Garroth and a depressed me.
"In your eyes, there's a heavy blue
One to love and one to lose
Sweet divide, a heavy truth
Water or wine, don't make me choose
I wanna feel the way that we did that summer night (night)
Drunk on a feeling, alone with the stars in the sky
I've been running through the jungle
I've been running with the wolves
To get to you, to get to you
I've been down the darkest alleys
Saw the dark side of the moon
To get to you, to get to you
I've looked for love in every stranger
Took too much to ease the anger
All for you, yeah, all for you
I've been running through the jungle
I've been crying with the wolves
To get to you, to get to you (oh to get to you)
Your fingertips trace my skin
To places I have never been
Blindly I am following
Break down these walls and come on in
I wanna feel the way that we did that summer night
Drunk on a feeling, alone with the stars in the sky
I've been running through the jungle
I've been running with the wolves
To get to you, to get to you
I've been down the darkest alleys
Saw the dark side of the moon
To get to you, to get to you
I've looked for love in every stranger
Took too much to ease the anger
All for you, yeah, all for you
I've been running through the jungle
I've been crying with the wolves
To get to you, to get to you (oh to get to you)
I've been running through the jungle
I've been running with the wolves
To get to you, to get to you
I've been down the darkest alleys
Saw the dark side of the moon
To get to you, to get to you
I've looked for love in every stranger
Took too much to ease the anger
All for you, yeah, all for you
I've been running through the jungle
I've been crying with the wolves
To get to you, to get to you (oh to get to you)
Y/n pulls up a blanket and wraps it around us. "Goodnight boys."