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Chapter 1: First Encounter

Eerie, spotted lights swirled around Blumiere as he became lost in the darkness. Somewhere in the distance, it seemed as if a large bell had resounded. Gradually, the spotted lights began to fade, and he became more conscious of his surroundings. His memories began to creep back into his mind.

He had been running, running from some fanged beast… a "dog" as the humans called them. He hit the top of a steep cliff, too steep to climb down. Desperate, he spread his black cape and jumped, hoping he could glide over the edge. But the cliff flew swiftly above him, and the hard ground below grew closer and closer, until…

In a panic, he flailed his arms to block the fall, screaming in anticipation for the impact. His memories faded, and he found himself in a small room, facing a solid wooden wall. The sudden shift in gravity disoriented him as he realized he wasn't falling but sitting in a bed. The room he was in was commonplace, much less sophisticated than the room he had back home. Even more repulsive was the window on the opposite side of the room, spilling the glare of sunlight onto the floor.

In response to his apparent screams, someone came rushing in from the door on his left. "Oh, dear! Are you okay? What happened?"

Blumiere turned to find the source of the voice and found himself looking into the face of a human girl. He nearly retched in disgust. "A human? What is this?" The despicable creature reached down to touch his shoulder, but he turned away quickly. "Don't touch me!" As he turned, his arm exploded with pain, and he writhed in the bed in agony. Only then did he become aware of his injuries.

"Stop!" said the girl. "You mustn't move so much! I found you at the cliff base. You took quite a fall. Your wounds haven't healed yet."

He glared at her defiantly. "What do you care? I'm of the Tribe of Darkness. No human would care about us."

"What would that matter?" she spoke sincerely. "Anyone with a heart wouldn't ignore an injured soul." He continued to scowl at her, expecting his resentful glare to intimidate her, but she never wavered or retreated from him, and he began to feel rather foolish after a few moments.

Lying back down, he contemplated what she said. She couldn't have meant it. "I don't repulse you?"

She shook her head. "Of course not." He looked deep into her blue eyes, searching them for mischief, some form of deceit. Surely she couldn't be speaking honestly. But no matter how hard he looked, he came up empty-handed. She had spoken with pure sincerity.

She moved away and retrieved the blankets that had covered him, replacing them over his body. He felt uneasy allowing her to tend to him, but he did not stop her. "Now get some rest. Try not to move around so much, okay?" She smiled at him momentarily and then turned around and walked toward the door.

As Blumiere watched her, he could not help but wonder about the strange girl. How could a human, especially one so young, care about someone as hideous—to the humans at least—as himself? Suddenly, he was filled with an urge of curiosity. He had to know more about her. Just as she disappeared behind the door, he blurted, "Wait!" She stopped and reappeared just outside the room. His words caught in his throat, hindered by the undignified concept of talking to a human. However, acknowledging that his dignity had been long lost, he swallowed what little pride he had left and asked, "What is your name?"

She smiled coyly and replied, "Timpani. And you?"

"Blumiere," he replied back.

"Well Blumiere, it is a pleasure to meet you." She paused for a moment and then added, "It may take awhile for those wounds to heal. You're welcome to stay as long as you need to." She stood there briefly, as if wanting to say something else. After a few moments, she curtsied awkwardly and closed the door.

Blumiere sighed deeply and lay back down in a comfortable position. Despite his initial displeasure, the room did provide a very warm atmosphere. It was much more peaceful than the environment he had been accustomed to. And the girl Timpani, strange as she seemed, was very hospitable. Perhaps the next couple of days would not be so bad after all.

The first chapter is up and ready! Being honest, I didn't think SPP did their story justice (still an awesome game, though!), so I've decided to create a more elaborate account of what happened between Timpani and Blumiere. It's more of a serious account rather than a comedy, focusing on Blumiere's thoughts and emotions between Timpani and his father. I'll have the second chapter up soon. For now, please R&R!