A New Face

“Shiny!” – the crew of Serenity many, many times.

((Ona here. Since no one else seems to be able to update I’m going to give it a shot. Unfortunately Gemma is unconscious, so I am going to add a new character for at least part of this entry. Ishack, if you yell at me I swear I will get very mad, I will yell right back. I know I promised but it’s not fair to deprive me of my inspiration, so I’ll just hope this doesn’t ‘ruin it’ for you. If it does I’m really sorry, I am trying.))

A young woman dressed in vivid colors walked down the dusty dirt road to the Blythe farm. She was in her thirties, and still very pretty, with long dark brown hair and huge brown eyes. Her name was Airia, and she had a single purpose being here. The Blythe farm and the surrounding land held many memories for her, many of them pleasant, some not so pleasant. However much she may have wanted to avoid these memories she had to warn the girl. She was innocent and had always been kind to Airia, she did not deserve the fate John Goldstein would visit upon her.

As Airia walked past an apple orchard she heard a lot of yelling. Airia was not of a suspicious nature and she was the type to investigate anything she wanted to just because she found it interesting, so she followed the noise to its source. There she found a curious sight. A snowman, a big man with an eye patch, a goat, and woman all stood looking at each other. Next to them on the ground lay another woman and on top of her, obviously unconscious, the very girl Airia had been so determined to warn.
“Gemma!” she yelled, horrified. The standing creatures turned toward her, momentarily distracted. “What have you done to her?” Airia continued. “You… you… huài rén…” So it only meant ‘bad person’ she was a little too angry to come up with something worse. That didn’t last for long. "Chou ma niao," she flung at the man, who looked so disreputable that Airia had no doubt he was the reason Gemma was hurt.

***
Gemma awoke slowly to a familiar voice that she hadn’t heard in years whispering a language she hadn’t spoken for just as long. "Fahng-sheen," whispered the voice.

((Now Ishack should now why not to yell at me and I will repeat my plea and add one for people not to yell at me for this being slightly cheesy.))