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    Chronicles of Eneria: Persimmon

    Started this the night before Mother’s Day... Thus I was Guaranteed to be a wreck. I also have No Idea what freaking genre this is. All I know is that it came to me and I had to put it on paper.
    Enjoy.



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    Life could be a bitch at the best of times. Look at her... at work on a public holiday and when she had been planning on being in the Bahamas... Seriously, she was actually meant to be on holidays right now. Except her boss had called and said it was a matter of utmost importance that she came in “Right Now” and thus she was “in”. It sucked.

    She was tall, blond and mildly elfin in features. The elfin characteristics even carried over to the part of the anatomy most women had. She didn’t have much of a chest to speak of. As to how that description came about... she’d overheard it while sitting in a darkened room and two of her colleagues had walked up and stopped outside the slightly ajar door concealing her. The appeared to have been continuing an ongoing conversation about the women in the building. It was... rather unflattering when she came up. The lines that had cracked her psyche the worst went “... well she’s elfin. The worst parts of elvish women like those you see in the movies dude. Flat-chested, skinny and tall as a tree...”.

    How she’d managed to get through the rest of the day without anyone picking up her resulting depression still eluded her. (And as a result of that overheard conversation she failed to note from that point on the admiring glances she got, thinking they were just to keep her self-image alive. She was wrong though.)

    She was good at her jobs. Exceptional even. Though her boss had noticed that she never believed him or anyone else when they complemented her, this too was the result of another overheard conversation though that was in another job and because of jealousy (of her skill AND her looks). So when the boss called her it was because he need the best he could get. She however thought it was punishment and dislike, it seemed as though she always got the worst jobs. Maybe she hadn’t heard the adage “The reward for a job done well is another job”.

    Her official title was “Trouble shooter”. Her Unofficial title was the same. See... she was the premier secret agent in the Company and one hell of a crack soldier. Yes. I did just say that. And you Were wrong in your original assessment of her.

    My name is Javier and I’m the chronicler for the Company. I’m telling you this story for a reason. As for what that reason is... well I’m not going to tell you. Yet. There is a point other than this story being intriguing to say the least.

    Now. Back to the story since you now know who I am and what She is like.
    Her code name was “Persimmon” though I’m personally of the opinion the team name she acquired from her acquaintances “Lavender” is much more descriptive of her personality. She evoked an image of the soft and feminine. That and she always had a lavender perfume on. Heh.

    So... Lavender (This is what I’ll call her till later) had been called into work on a public holiday during the beginning of what was supposed to be a vacation for her and found herself seated opposite The Boss. Who had waiting for her what was one of the worst missions in her life (until later in her life. Heh...) even though he didn’t want to have to give it to her. I will say though that it did have some positive outcomes. She actually grew a proper backbone.

    The Mission was given thus: “Sorry ‘bout this Persimmon... Honest to Gaia I really didn’t want to have to give this to you. What I need you to do is find this individual.” here he handed over a manila folder with a complete dossier of the target “He’s a threat to us and the country. What you need to do is find, apprehend and question him. We need to know what he was planning as well as who else in his cabal is in town.”

    And with that The Boss slid out of his chair and made his bloodless way out. He had no distinguishable features whatsoever and even if you saw him commit murder in front of you you’d never be able to pick him in a line-up. He was that bland to look at. What I always found so amusing though was the fact he was Chief Druid in the Eneria region and a man who regularly used drugs for relaxation while hanging with the ‘Hippies’. Yeah... I know... Boss of the company and he’s a Hippie Chief Druid. Go figure...

    ©Lockx 2009

    P.S. Not finished. I wanted to keep going but I actually Needed sleep... Seems like another multi-part story...


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    Hmm.. To be quite honest Lock I don't know what to make of it.

    I got confused.
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    damn... well I did say I wasn't sure... I was out of it and it was past midnight.


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