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Story Snippet (1) (PAST) POV: Cristin.
“Congratulations, little Cristin,” a feminine voice warped by time speaks to the small boy, grasping his hand and leading him to a crystal table, sparkling with purple light, which cast onto the pillars of marble supporting the white roof of the building.
“You are now old enough to begin the wondrous journey of your studies, a time where you will grow in the image of our perfect future, and make everyone around you proud.”
The boy remembers the words that would soon shape and bend him, yet for that moment the greatest feeling he could properly describe was the warmth of that hand in his, and the gentle smile of the one whose other features were now erased.
The Chandalyn unfolds her other hand to display a small and beautifully shaped purple crystal. Carefully placing it on the table, she whispers to Cristin, but his young mind is too distracted to properly grasp what she was saying.
“This is the crystal that holds your future, young one, and it will now accompany you until that future is realized.”
The little Chandalyn watches with mesmerized eyes as the crystal shines and morphs in front of him, until what he now sees is a fully formed crystal creature. It had a smooth purple frame, and eyes white and knowing, yet they conveyed no recognizable emotions. They blink once, then twice, and as the small boy moves forward, he can see himself in their reflections.
It takes him a second to realize the Chandalyn’s hand slip away from his own, the warmth of it trailing off, and as he slowly encases his hand in the crystal creature’s own poorly formed hand, he realizes that it feels smooth and cold.
What he didn’t realize was that moment would be the last time he felt the warm touch of another Chandalyn.
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