Untitled Useless Drivel...

[nightfall8705]

So, I spewed this out on a whim today. It's due for some major editing, but, I thought you guys might like a little story about Sandrea's humble beginnings. (Also, I'm not sure if this is in the right forum, if not, please move it for me.) Anywho, it's open for commentary, and note that this is nowhere near my best work, but considering I've not written in a little while, it's better than the other drivel I've come up with lately. Anyway, enjoy. Also, any tips for a title would be appreciated, thanks loves!

 

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I knew Sandrea much longer than before she became popular to scout on missions by very important peoples. I suppose you could say that our friendship had the same humble beginnings that our creation did. You see, we weren't always who we are today. There were a lot of hurdles before we got to that.

 

I remember the day I met Sandrea. It was a foggy afternoon in the secluded town of Neovia, where fate destined us to be. I had not been long created by what I would later recall to be an "absent" owner, and left to explore the town alone. I felt like a sore thumb on an otherwise perfectly healthy hand. I was a bright red aisha called Ember, and I wandered the cobblestoned streets looking for someone, anyone, that I could relate to. And then, out of the corner of my eye, there she was. I saw her standing there. Another bright red aisha.

 

My eyes were in disbelief at first. Could it be? Another aisha like me in this town of proper, Victorian attire? I blinked and rubbed my eyes, just to make sure my eyes weren't deceiving me.

 

"Ah!" she sighed. "I'm so glad to have found you!" she said with a cheery smile on her face. "I was beginning to think I was the only aisha here redder than scarlet berries at Christmas."

 

"H-hi." I started with a shy smile. "I'm Ember." I said, extending my paw. She took my paw gingerly in hers and shook it with another smile. "I'm Sandrea! Nice to meet you." She looked around the streets of Neovia, and then turned back to me. "I rather like this town. Even though we stick out... everybody here seems to be prim and proper. Me thinks my owner picked out a great place to call home... and now to have a friend too?!" She sighed blissfully.

 

"I'm sorry." she said. "I've not been long created and I'm itching to find a place to call home, and then I'm out to adventure all over the world! What about you?"

 

I looked down at the ground for a moment. "I was recently created too! My owner is a bit absent though, but don't get me wrong, she's pretty nice!"

 

Sandrea looked at me with a glimmer in her eye. "Don't count her out just yet. Give her time to come around. That's what my owner always says. Never expect the worst. Just expect the unexpected."

 

Suddenly, Sandrea started to run off towards the Crumpetmonger's pastry shop. "C'mon, let's try out the food here... my treat!" My stomach was rumbling, so I hurried along after her.

 

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It was because of Sandrea that I now have a love of Neovian cannoli, and a new perspective of life. I spent my early days lamenting over the fact that I was just simple and red, and how uncommon it was for a young female aisha to become magma. Yes, that seemed like only being a dream to me... a dream I nearly gave up on.

 

"Sandrea, you never really told me, why is your name Sandrea?" I asked her one day.

 

"Why is your name Ember?" she asked me back.

 

I thought for a moment. "Well, my owner said when she created me that I reminded her of fire, and that fire was one of those elements of life that she thought I had in me. She said I would bring lots of warmth to those I meet."

 

Sandrea nodded her head. "And right she was." She looked at me with that same old cheery smile of hers. "Sandrea is actually short for Sanguine_Dream."

 

My jaw dropped. "Sanguine? Like blood?"

 

Sandrea laughed. "Yes, it's quite the moniker, I know."

 

I scoffed. "It sounds quite morbid."

 

"True." Sandrea explained. "But not everything is as it seems. I would consider myself far from morbid, but think of it this way; blood is also one of those elements of life, just like fire."

 

"Yeah," I said, "But, why would one dream of blood?"

 

Sandrea smiled again. "That's the thing. Don't you know what it means to dream of blood?"

 

I grimaced. "Something bad?"

 

Sandrea hesitated, then answered, "That's a possibility, but the general meaning of seeing blood in dreams is to be remembered of love, and life, and passion. Don't you see? That's why I love my life. That's why I have a passion for everything I do."

 

"And it would seem that name fits you then, huh?" I said to her.

 

Sandrea nodded again.

 

"Sandrea?" I questioned. "What dreams do you have?"

 

Sandrea thought for a moment, and then said, "Well, someday, I hope to be striped, and I hope to help a lot of people, and maybe someday, be in the Neopian Times."

 

After a moment of silence, Sandrea spoke again. "Ember, what's your dream?"

 

"... To become magma, but that seems impossible."

 

Sandrea frowned and leaned in close to me. "Ember, you know how when you really, really love someone, you think 'I can't possibly love this person more than I do right now.' but then tomorrow, you love them even more than you did the day before?"

 

"What does that have to do with being magma?"

 

"Everything." Sandrea said back to me. "The impossible can occur at any moment, and on any day. Just believe it can happen, and it will. You'll see."

 

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I remember that conversation very vividly. Actually, it was the first thing that popped to my mind the day I finally became a magma Aisha, and wore my new color loud and proud.

 

Sandrea congratulated me on achieving my dream, and suggested we go to the Crumpetmonger to celebrate with cannoli and catch up, as it had been a couple of years since we last saw each other.

 

I almost didn't recognise Sandrea at first. She looked gorgeous! She had flowing black hair, and her striped aisha face was stunningly beautiful. She was as lovely as Princess Amira! She had a sachel with her, filled with Neopian Times papers.

 

"Ember!" She cried out excitedly. "Did you see the Times? I did an internship at the Neopian Times office, and the boss overheard me doing one of my funny anecdotes, and he gave me a small column in the paper! I get to write back to readers asking for advice! I also get to personally deliver the Times to my hometown! I get to be in the Times, and help others! Isn't that great? I'm so happy! We both achieved our dreams!"

 

And she was right. We both loved our lives and lived with passion for our biggest dreams. No truer words have ever been spoken to me than when way back then Sandrea told me the impossible could occur at any moment.

 

Yes, the impossible is possible every day.

[Lia Seeya]

Yay! :D I told you that I would enjoy reading one of your stories, and I did indeed! c:

 

It's really nice to depict how their friendship started, and exchanging conversation about their names. Good job, Angel! <3

[nightfall8705]

Thanks, Lia. I thought to write a little something about how Sandrea got her name, and about her humble beginnings way back in the day when she was a plain red aisha. I might write something else later on. I'm glad you enjoyed my story!!