"Past The Stars"
by
TC

F
rom the moment Olsa stepped in the door, she knew nothing would be the same. Looking at her apartment room, she sighed. It was old and dusty, not like her grandfather's mansion which she had been living in before moving to the city.

She looked at the old antiques set around the room and smiled to herself. "Oh well. Might as well make the best of it." She said to herself, placing her bags at her feet. Olsa walked over to the coffee table and narrowed her eyes.

Placed on the dusty wood was a video tape, that almost looked brand new. "What's this?" She questioned, placing it in the VCR. At first, no picture appeared on the screen. Then color came out of the screen and swirled together, encompassing Olsa in its light. Then a picture formed before her eyes.

It was a man, with a sword in one hand. He closed his eyes and took a fighting position. His thoughts suddenly joined Olsa's, and she listened to ever second. [I know I am going to die. Yet I must fight! For ! the human race.] Olsa watched as the warrior's enemy stepped up, and laughed evilly. The enemy was much bigger and stronger. But then the warrior was surrounded by light, and with a jab of his sword, the warrior defeated his enemy in a blaze of dilluted glory.

But there was a cost to his efforts. His life. [Goodbye, for I die alone.] As the picture faded, two crimson eyes remained in the dark. [I will always love you, Olsa.] By the time the picture ended, Olsa was in tears.

She looked up startled as the doorbell rang. She walked across the room and opened the door. She was surprised to see the man from the movie standing in the doorway. "Uh hi. I just wanted to know if you had a cup of sugar." He said, staring at her.

Olsa smiled. "No, I don't. You live alone?" "Yeah. I think in a past life I died alone as a warrior." He said with a laugh. Olsa laughed too, and opened the door more. "You want to stay for dinner...?" "Sure, and the name's DB." Olsa smil! ed and welcomed him in.

[I hope you never know how true that is, DB.] She thought to herself, smiling happily.

 

The End


Story by: TC, age 11, USA


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