This story is based loosely around Nightwish's song Nemo. |
Nemo This is me for forever One of the lost ones The one without a name Without an honest heart as compass This is me for forever One without a name These lines the last endeavour To find the missing lifeline Oh how I wish For soothing rain All I wish is to dream again My loving heart Lost in the dark For hope I'd give my everything My flower Withered between The pages two and three The once and forever bloom gone with my sins Walk the dark path Sleep with angels Call the past for help Touch me with your love And reveal to me my true name Oh how I wish For soothing rain All I wish is to dream again My loving heart Lost in the dark For hope I'd give my everything Oh how I wish For soothing rain Oh how I wish to dream again Once and for all And all for once Nemo my name forever more Nemo sailing home Nemo letting go Oh how I wish For soothing rain All I wish is to dream again My loving heart Lost in the dark For hope I'd give my everything Oh how I wish For soothing rain Oh how I wish to dream again Once and for all And all for once Nemo my name forever more Nemo my name forever more By Nightwish Her name was Faye. Faye, the strange girl with the dark hair and pale skin. The one with the emerald eyes. Faye, her namesake the fairies of old, the mischief makers of lore. This was Faye, and yet this was not her at all. In fact, Faye took after her namesake only very little. Confrontations of any sort frightened her immensely, and so she stayed on the outside of society, except when absolutely necessary. Faye had celebrated her nineteenth birthday last week, as usual, by herself, in the little room she rented from the man downstairs. She didn't know his name, or care to, for that matter. As long as Faye managed to get him rent, she was safe here. The room was tiny, even for her, but she didn't mind. It suited her purpose as a place she could run to. Somewhere safe. In any case, she had to abandon her safety today. Absolutely must, if she was going to continue living in any suitable fashion. What little pantry she had was empty, and she needed sustenance. |