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Phoenix Blade Chronicles, Chapter 3: The Worst Day pt 1

Vengeance. Ever since that day, that was the occupant of Ruby's mind...

 

An eleven year old Ruby Cristallo skipped joyously down the dirt road that led to her house. As she got closer, her surroundings appeared to get greener and lusher. She had concluded long ago that there was a 'something' about her house, her family, which kept it and the trees around it fresh and healthy, something besides the fact that her mom usually tended to them.

 

She stopped to take a second and inhale the fresh, summer air. "Ahh..." She sighed, content, and looked at a tree to her right. "There you are!" She walked up to a towering apple tree and climbed up, took an apple, and jumped down. The apple she had grabbed was red and ripe. She bit into it, the cool, refreshing juice revitalizing her.

 

Her mother had always taking special care of this tree, not simply because of the fruit, but because this was a 'magic tree' as her father had dubbed it. The seed that this tree had grown from, Ruby had found when she was nine, and it was already fully grown, making it a good luck tree and worthy of extra care.

 

Soon, Ruby approached her house. It was a house of colonial design, with many long windows and a tall frame. The entire house was painted a snow white color except for the roof, which was an apple green, and the wooden frames around the windows, which were an apple green as well.

 

Ruby came to the front door, which was also apple green, and sighed, content. "Mom! I'm home!" she yelled as she opened the front door. She closed it, leaving it unlocked, and walked to the kitchen which was right across from her.

 

Her mom turned from the stove to look at Ruby. She was a young 5'10 woman of about thirty five, whose brown close-cut spiky hair gave her the look of being fifteen. The blood-red almonds that were her eyes shone brightly.

 

Susan Cristallo gave her daughter a smirk. "You always have to be so loud, huh?" she asked, shaking her head. 'I'm cooking something special for your birthday, but you father isn't doing anything; why don't you go and talk to him?"

 

Ruby raised her eyebrows. "Always brushing me off. I see," she said, feigning emotional pain. "I'll just go, then."

 

Her mother waved her away. “Yes. Go. Now.” She pushed her playfully to the stairs of the basement, her father’s workshop. “Bye!”

 

Ruby stuck her tongue out at her mom, and then bounced down the stairs. She could hear a low grinding. By the time she was at the foot of the stairs, the noise had stopped. All she could see was her father’s back. He appeared to be polishing something. He turned, and smiled. ‘Good! Your back from school!” he exclaimed, his voice filled with excitement. He was about thirty two years old, three years younger than Susan. His shoulder length blonde hair and striking emerald eyes were often how people recognized him. Daemon Crstallo gave her a wide grin, and Ruby could notice something behind his back.

 

“Now Ruby, I know that in five years, you will be able to legally wield your own sword.” Ruby frowned as he said this. Males were allowed to wield their swords two years before females, at the age of fourteen.

 

“Don’t give me that look!” he whined. “Now, I wanted to give you this because-”

 

“OUESTION!” Ruby yelled obnoxiously.

 

He flinched, and then raised his eyebrows. “What is it?”

 

“Hmm?” Ruby looked rather confused.

 

“You had a question?”

 

“Um, I don’t think so…”

 

‘So why did you…ARGH! Stop distracting me!” Daemon pleaded, frustrated. “Can I finish?”

 

“Ok, ok…geez Dad, you are weird AND old. Hearing things already…”

 

Daemon sighed slowly, closing his eyes. He counted to himself and opened them. “Done?”

 

“Ok, old weird Dad guy.” Ruby giggled, overjoyed. She LOVED annoying him like this, and always got a full kick out of it.

 

“Ok…so now I bestow upon you, as your birthday present, the Phoenix Blade.” He sighed proudly, and brought out the sword, a very clean and shiny broadsword with a ruby blade and a marble hilt.

 

Ruby gasped in amazement. “Wow…” She lunged for it, but he held it over his head and out of her reach. She jumped for it several times, failing to grasp it each time.

 

“You-will-not-get-this-sword-until-I-say-so-it-is-just-a-tantalizer!” Daemon said with each of her jumps, glad that he could hold this over her for five years.

 

“Oh-my-GOD-that-is-so-unfair!” she whined with each of her jumps.

 

Suddenly, the house shook violently. Daemon raised his head in shock, then placed the Phoenix Blade in Ruby’s hands, and pointed to a door in the back of the room, over stones, chisels and hammers. “Go through there. You’ll end up in the backyard. Then go to Odin.” He then ran up the stairs and out of sight.

 

Ruby went up the stairs after him, wanting an explanation. She stopped at the middle step, frozen in fear. Her mother’s body was lying at the head of the stairs. There were three visibly deep gashes across her torso. Her face was frozen in an eerie smile; as if someone had snuck up on her while she had been enjoying making Ruby’s birthday dinner.

 

Tears fell like heavy rain from Ruby’s eyes. “Mommy?” was all she could mutter before hearing another boom. She ran up the stairs to the living room, gripping the hilt of her sword.

 

The room was filled with smoke, and Ruby could not see anything. She felt a presence behind her, and tried to run, but was pushed to the ground.

 

The smoke was cleared, and her father stood in front of her. She could feel a foot on her back, and she turned her head up, seeing just a green traveler’s cloak and a green emerald blade pointed at her.

 

“Try anything, Daemon, and the girl dies,” the cloaked one said. Ruby could not tell the gender from the voice, and began to shiver. She knew nothing except that she could die, and she felt very scared. Her stomach started to ache, and she sniffed.

 

Daemon dropped his sword and raised his hands high into the air. “Okay.” Ruby looked at him. “Are you crazy? No Dad, no!” Daemon just shook his head and smiled.

 

The cloaked one lunged at Daemon, using Ruby as a start-off point, and landed in front of him. The cloaked one then slashed Daemon across his chest once. As he yelled in agony, the cloaked one slashed him across the chest again, making an X across his chest, the cut about a half-inch thick.

 

“Daddy?” Ruby asked, voice quivering. Her stomach ached badly now, and her eyes watered. She was frightened beyond belief, and her heart ached for his survival. “Don’t die on me…Daddy…please…don’t die….”

 

Then the Green Veil slashed upwards as Ruby looked up. Her heart was ripped to shreds as she let out a piercing scream.

 

And watched her father’s head fly through the air.

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