Post by Clopin/Akima/Mushu/Tzipporah on Nov 7, 2011 14:53:44 GMT -5
((I'll just say this first, i hope it was ok for me to use some of you guys characters >_>))
The small girl held on for dear life the man who was holding her, making her look away from the gruesome scene before them.
“U-uncle,” she sobbed “Why aren’t mommy and daddy waking up?”
She felt her uncle take a sharp breath, trying hard not to cry himself. He didn’t answer her, just hold on to her small form tighter. “You know who did this?” he choked out.
She buries her head into his shirt more, slowly shaking her head. “I-I didn’t see his face… b-but he made me watch!” she started to cry harder.
She closed her eyes, trying to bloke out the picture of her parents bathing in their own blood. But it didn’t help. For once she wished she would only see darkness when she closed her eyes. But instead she saw her mother being stabbed to death, and her dad being burned alive. Over and over again.
She had no idea who this monster was who had made her look. He had disappeared when her parents had stopped breathing, leaving her there alone in shook to continue to stare.
She opened her eyes when the air around them got a lot heavier all of a sudden. She peeked up at her uncles face, seeing his eyes turn yet black.
She glanced around herself. All the plants were dying. The flowers withered before turning to ashes. She looked back at her uncle, not recognizing him anymore.
“…uncle..?”
He stood up quickly, almost making her fall over. She could feel a terrifying anger and power coming from him. She never thought she would be scared of this man, who loved to play around like a kid and never took things seriously. But now, she was terrified of him.
“Layla is close by, go to her,” he said darkly without looking at her.
“No! I’ll stay here with daddy and-“she protested put was cut off.
“I said go back Tzipporah!” he hissed, making her jump back in surprise and fear.
His black eyes were glaring, daring her to talk back at him again. She bit her trembling lip and run away from him.
She kept running through the forest, no idea where she was going. This was just a nightmare. When she woke up, her parents would still be alive and well, and her uncle would be his usual cheerful self. Laughing and joking around with her dad, flirting with women and getting drunk. Yes… this was all just one of her bad dreams she had trouble waking up from.
She tripped over some rocks, falling down on the ground. She didn’t make any move to get up. “This is just a dream,” she whimpered.
“Tzipporah!”
Someone lifted her up from the ground and embraced her. “Thank god you’re alright everyone has been so worried,” Layla said relived and held Tzip close to her. “Where’s your parents?”
She didn’t answer her.
“Where’s Clopin?” she asked a little panicked.
The thought of her uncle made her want to start cry again. “I don’t know…”
“What are you doing?” a curious voice asked, looking over Tzipporah’s shoulder.
She jumped in surprise, almost falling over. “Esme! Don’t scare me like that! Who do you think you are? My uncle?!” she huffed before continuing with what she was doing. Esmeralda laughed at her friend and sat down beside her, embracing her knees. “You like dolls?” she teased when she saw what was in Tzipporah’s small hands.
“It’s not for me,” she said calmly. “This is for uncle.”
Esmeralda stared a little surprised at her, watching Tzipporah carefully sew the doll she was holding. “I know Clopin likes doll and stuff, but why does this one look exactly like him?”
“Well, I would’ve a made a Mariana doll for him but that would only make him cry,” she shrugged. It has been a few years since they last saw the missing princess now. But Clopin didn’t seem to be over her yet. “And he only loves himself. So this doll is perfect for him.”
Esmeralda laughed softly and patted her on the back. “You know that’s not true. Clopin may be a jerk sometimes but he loves everyone here. All he does is to protect us. You of all people should know that.”
Tzipporah sighed sadly. She knows her friend was right. But ever since that day that she still tries to forget, her uncle hadn’t exactly been himself. And it got a lot worse when the princess left. She just wants to see him happy again. Sure he smiles all the time and fool around, but she could tell something was wrong.
“Maybe he’ll take me to the castle the next time he sneaks in,” she said instead and stood up. “I wonder what so important in there anyway. There are only royals living there,” she muttered.
“Well,” Esmeralda stood up after her and smiled slyly. “Maybe there’s some sort of hidden treasure there?”
They both smiled evilly and glanced over at Clopin who was making his way out of the court. “Sneak out?”
“Hell yea.”
They didn’t make it very far before they got caught.
Blood. Screams. Laughter.
Tzipporah stared blankly at the scene before her, not shocked or afraid of it anymore. She had grown used to this.
The blood and screams belonged to her people who was being slaughtered. And the laughter came from those who were enjoying killing them. Most of them were soldiers.
She should be running away with the others who escaped. But she couldn’t get her feet to move. It was not out of fear this time though. It was rage. She wanted to kill them. Make them suffer.
One of the soldiers had noticed her standing there. “Hey, why aren’t you running away like the other freaks?” he asked with a sadistic smile, bending over her.
She stared blankly at him. “Freaks?” she repeated and stared at the now dead bodies on the ground. “The only freak I see right now is you,” she spat. He growled and punched her hard in the face, making her fall down to the ground.
She wiped out the blood from her mouth and continued to glare at the guard. “Freaks like you have no right to speak,” he hissed and kicked her abdomen, making her spit out more blood. But she still didn’t scream or try to run away. She just continued to glare up at the man.
The guard didn’t like that. Especially not when her eyes suddenly turned into black orbs. But before something else happed, he hit her head again, making her world turn black.
She slowly opened her eyes, taking in her surroundings.
“You finally awake?” a cheerful voice asked. She blinked and noticed first now she was being carried on her uncle’s back.
She let out a sigh of relief and rested her head on his shoulder. Her uncle must have saved her and the rest of them again. Thank god.
She felt her head throbbing with pain and closed her eyes, some blood still running down from her forehead. “Sorry,” she mumbles tiredly.
He chuckles. “For what? For being stupid and not running away? I’ll forgive you,” he says softly.
The rest of the walk back home becomes quiet. Too quiet.
“Hey,” Clopin says after a while quietly, making Tzipporah look up slightly. “Don’t you remember what happened?”
She frowns. Remember what? How innocent got killed for fun?
“I guess you wouldn’t,” he continues speaking. “You were unconscious after all.”
What? Did something happened after she got knocked out? She wanted to ask but was to tired. In a few minutes she had fallen asleep.
Clopin glanced behind him, seeing her falling asleep. Maybe it would be better if she didn’t know?
He made them both disappear, leaving the small village with dead royal guards laying all over the place. Stabbed and burned to death.
“Wow Tzip, you sure you don’t know how to use magic?” Esmeralda asked her friend impressed.
“How did you do that? Show us!” the other two asked for the hundredth time.
She frowned and glared down at the doll in front of her on the small table. “For the last freaken time, I don’t KNOW!” she hissed at the two older boys behind her. “It just suddenly started to move!”
“Hey! Don’t you mean live?!” the doll squeaked angrily at her.
“Whoa! It talks too?!” the guys jumped back in surprise.
Tzipporah stuck out her tong at the Clopin puppet. “Then stop being alive already. You’re annoying.”
She honestly had no idea how she gave the puppet she made with her own hands life. Esmeralda giggled at the doll. “Isn’t this the puppet you made for Clopin a couple years ago?” she asked.
“Yea. I was only going to fix his hat and he suddenly started to talk and move around,” she muttered. Did her uncle put a spell on it? He always had crazy ideas.
“Hey Tulio, you think it can do magic like the real Clopin?” one of the boys said, poking the puppet.
“How should I know Miguel?” the other rolled his eyes and started to poke it too. Which the puppet clearly didn’t like. “Stop that or I’ll bite your fingers off!”
“It sure talks like him though,” Tulio mumbled, Miguel nodding in agreement.
“Like who?” Clopin asked in his cheerful voice, suddenly appearing behind the two. The two boys screamed out in surprise and backed away from him. “Dude, you seriously have to stop doing that!” Tulio pointed at him. “We’re gonna die of a heart attack one day,” Miguel mumbled from behind his friend.
Clopin just laughed and patted them hard, but in a friendly way on their backs. He turned his attention to his niece, looking over her shoulder. “Did you fix his hat yet??” he asked her, titling his head at the squealing puppet. “Kind of…” she mumbled, still having a glaring contest with it. “But he won’t sit still.”
“That’s because you’re trying to kill me you big meanie!”
“Well who wouldn’t?!”
Miguel and Tulio were now laughing at them, Esmeralda just giggling beside her. Clopin raised an eyebrow. “Why did you put a spell on it?”
“I didn’t do anything! I don’t even know how to cast a spell!”
“You don’t say?” he asked blankly and lifted up the puppet by its head. “Hey! Put me down you ugly giant! Only pretty girls can touch me!!!”
His eye twitched.
“And stop calling me it, I’m not an object!” it continued.
Tulio and Miguel were now laughing their heads off, clinging to each other to not fall over from laughing.
Another girl appeared behind Clopin, staring at the puppet with curious eyes. “Aww I think it’s cute!” she said sweetly. The puppet was about to scream at the new girl but stopped himself. “Only because you’re so cute yourself, I’ll let that slide.”
“Hey!” Tzip stood up angrily. “How come Ty Lee gets to call you whatever she wants without getting yelled at?!”
“Because she’s cute and you’re not!”
“What?!” she hissed and was about to jump at him, but was stopped by Clopin’s hand on her head. “You sure you don’t know how this happened?” he asked calmly, ignoring the doll trying to kick and bite his hand off. Tzip glared at them both and shacked her head. Clopin stared back at the puppet hanging in his hand blankly for a moment. “Thanks for fixing his hat,” he smiled and walked away with Clopin junior.
“Hey! Let me go you ugly giant wannabe!” it continued to yell but was ignored again.
“What do you think he’s going to do with it?” Tulio asked his friend when they finally stopped laughing. “I don’t know. Maybe dissect it?” Miguel laughed again.
“Oh dear,” Ty Lee said calmly, making the two boys turn back their attention to her. She pointed at Tzip who now was sitting in a corner with her head buried in her arms. “Tzip is back to her emo corner again,” she giggled.
“I’m not ugly….” Tzip mumbled.
Esme laughed slightly at her friend, patting her on the back softly. “There, there,” she chuckled. “How about we sneak out??” she offered happily.
Tzip immediately raised her head. “Sure.”
Tzipporah clenched her fists.
“Why won’t you help me?” she asked again. “Don’t you want your brother back?!”
Clopin turned his back on her and let out an irritated sigh. No matter how many times he told her no, she just came back the next time more stubborn. She sure reminded him of himself. “Luca’s dead Tzip,” he said tired, rubbing his head. “He’s been dead for 11 years. Don’t be stupid.”
“I’m not stupid!” she raised her voice. “That’s why I’m asking you to help me!”
She held up a heavy and old book in her arms for him to see. “You’re the only one here who can teach me necromancy! And if I fail then you can bring mom and dad back to life instead of me! Don’t you want that?!”
Clopin frowned when he recognized his late brother’s black magic book. She’s been snooping among his stuff again. “No I can’t. And even if I could I wouldn’t,” he said coldly and quickly took the book from her.
Tzip glared at her uncle, trying to understand why he was against her idea of bringing back her parents. She tried to reach for the book. “Why the hell not!? Are you that happy to have my dad out of the way?!” she hissed without thinking.
Clopin’s eyes widened and grabbed her wrist, stopping her hands from taking back the book. “How dare you even think that,” he asked darkly, the small room they were in suddenly turning much, much colder. However, Tzip didn’t drop her glare and stared back at him just as coldly as he did. “You’re just a coward. At least I’m trying to do something instead of feeling sorry for myself,” she started to shiver from the cold. “I’m gonna bring mom and dad back, with or without your help so give me back the book!”
Clopin pushed her back and made the book in his hands disappear. “You would only put everyone else in danger. Get over it already.”
“How would I do that?!” she hissed. “And like you’re one to talk, you still need to get over your dead girlfriend-“
He slapped her before she could finish her sentence.
It became silent. She slowly put her hand on her stinging cheek and stared shocked at her uncle. She had pissed him of several times. But never had he hit her before. He didn’t seem to regret it either. The only thing she could see in his eyes now was anger.
“Get out. This conversation is over,” he said darkly and once again turned his back to her.
“Please,” she still didn’t give up. “Teach me?”
Clopin closed his eyes and put his hands on his table, leaning slightly over it. “No.”
She bit her lip. For once in long time, she felt like crying. “Then I’ll find someone else who will,” she tried not to sob. “Someone who’s not a coward.” With that said she turned and left.
Clopin had sad look in his eyes and sat down on a chair. He glanced at the Clopin puppet that was sleeping and snoring in a shoe that looked like a doll bed.
“I’m sorry Tzip,” he whispered sadly. “But you were never supposed to use magic.” Because he had sealed all of her powers years ago. But it seemed she had somehow manage to unlock them by herself. He would have to do it again.
“Sorry, but it’s for your own good Tzipporah.”
((wow never meant for this to be this long... hehe... I didn't plan on giving Tzip so much background story either xD maybe I just used this as an excuse to write with Clopin more
))
The small girl held on for dear life the man who was holding her, making her look away from the gruesome scene before them.
“U-uncle,” she sobbed “Why aren’t mommy and daddy waking up?”
She felt her uncle take a sharp breath, trying hard not to cry himself. He didn’t answer her, just hold on to her small form tighter. “You know who did this?” he choked out.
She buries her head into his shirt more, slowly shaking her head. “I-I didn’t see his face… b-but he made me watch!” she started to cry harder.
She closed her eyes, trying to bloke out the picture of her parents bathing in their own blood. But it didn’t help. For once she wished she would only see darkness when she closed her eyes. But instead she saw her mother being stabbed to death, and her dad being burned alive. Over and over again.
She had no idea who this monster was who had made her look. He had disappeared when her parents had stopped breathing, leaving her there alone in shook to continue to stare.
She opened her eyes when the air around them got a lot heavier all of a sudden. She peeked up at her uncles face, seeing his eyes turn yet black.
She glanced around herself. All the plants were dying. The flowers withered before turning to ashes. She looked back at her uncle, not recognizing him anymore.
“…uncle..?”
He stood up quickly, almost making her fall over. She could feel a terrifying anger and power coming from him. She never thought she would be scared of this man, who loved to play around like a kid and never took things seriously. But now, she was terrified of him.
“Layla is close by, go to her,” he said darkly without looking at her.
“No! I’ll stay here with daddy and-“she protested put was cut off.
“I said go back Tzipporah!” he hissed, making her jump back in surprise and fear.
His black eyes were glaring, daring her to talk back at him again. She bit her trembling lip and run away from him.
She kept running through the forest, no idea where she was going. This was just a nightmare. When she woke up, her parents would still be alive and well, and her uncle would be his usual cheerful self. Laughing and joking around with her dad, flirting with women and getting drunk. Yes… this was all just one of her bad dreams she had trouble waking up from.
She tripped over some rocks, falling down on the ground. She didn’t make any move to get up. “This is just a dream,” she whimpered.
“Tzipporah!”
Someone lifted her up from the ground and embraced her. “Thank god you’re alright everyone has been so worried,” Layla said relived and held Tzip close to her. “Where’s your parents?”
She didn’t answer her.
“Where’s Clopin?” she asked a little panicked.
The thought of her uncle made her want to start cry again. “I don’t know…”
“What are you doing?” a curious voice asked, looking over Tzipporah’s shoulder.
She jumped in surprise, almost falling over. “Esme! Don’t scare me like that! Who do you think you are? My uncle?!” she huffed before continuing with what she was doing. Esmeralda laughed at her friend and sat down beside her, embracing her knees. “You like dolls?” she teased when she saw what was in Tzipporah’s small hands.
“It’s not for me,” she said calmly. “This is for uncle.”
Esmeralda stared a little surprised at her, watching Tzipporah carefully sew the doll she was holding. “I know Clopin likes doll and stuff, but why does this one look exactly like him?”
“Well, I would’ve a made a Mariana doll for him but that would only make him cry,” she shrugged. It has been a few years since they last saw the missing princess now. But Clopin didn’t seem to be over her yet. “And he only loves himself. So this doll is perfect for him.”
Esmeralda laughed softly and patted her on the back. “You know that’s not true. Clopin may be a jerk sometimes but he loves everyone here. All he does is to protect us. You of all people should know that.”
Tzipporah sighed sadly. She knows her friend was right. But ever since that day that she still tries to forget, her uncle hadn’t exactly been himself. And it got a lot worse when the princess left. She just wants to see him happy again. Sure he smiles all the time and fool around, but she could tell something was wrong.
“Maybe he’ll take me to the castle the next time he sneaks in,” she said instead and stood up. “I wonder what so important in there anyway. There are only royals living there,” she muttered.
“Well,” Esmeralda stood up after her and smiled slyly. “Maybe there’s some sort of hidden treasure there?”
They both smiled evilly and glanced over at Clopin who was making his way out of the court. “Sneak out?”
“Hell yea.”
They didn’t make it very far before they got caught.
Blood. Screams. Laughter.
Tzipporah stared blankly at the scene before her, not shocked or afraid of it anymore. She had grown used to this.
The blood and screams belonged to her people who was being slaughtered. And the laughter came from those who were enjoying killing them. Most of them were soldiers.
She should be running away with the others who escaped. But she couldn’t get her feet to move. It was not out of fear this time though. It was rage. She wanted to kill them. Make them suffer.
One of the soldiers had noticed her standing there. “Hey, why aren’t you running away like the other freaks?” he asked with a sadistic smile, bending over her.
She stared blankly at him. “Freaks?” she repeated and stared at the now dead bodies on the ground. “The only freak I see right now is you,” she spat. He growled and punched her hard in the face, making her fall down to the ground.
She wiped out the blood from her mouth and continued to glare at the guard. “Freaks like you have no right to speak,” he hissed and kicked her abdomen, making her spit out more blood. But she still didn’t scream or try to run away. She just continued to glare up at the man.
The guard didn’t like that. Especially not when her eyes suddenly turned into black orbs. But before something else happed, he hit her head again, making her world turn black.
She slowly opened her eyes, taking in her surroundings.
“You finally awake?” a cheerful voice asked. She blinked and noticed first now she was being carried on her uncle’s back.
She let out a sigh of relief and rested her head on his shoulder. Her uncle must have saved her and the rest of them again. Thank god.
She felt her head throbbing with pain and closed her eyes, some blood still running down from her forehead. “Sorry,” she mumbles tiredly.
He chuckles. “For what? For being stupid and not running away? I’ll forgive you,” he says softly.
The rest of the walk back home becomes quiet. Too quiet.
“Hey,” Clopin says after a while quietly, making Tzipporah look up slightly. “Don’t you remember what happened?”
She frowns. Remember what? How innocent got killed for fun?
“I guess you wouldn’t,” he continues speaking. “You were unconscious after all.”
What? Did something happened after she got knocked out? She wanted to ask but was to tired. In a few minutes she had fallen asleep.
Clopin glanced behind him, seeing her falling asleep. Maybe it would be better if she didn’t know?
He made them both disappear, leaving the small village with dead royal guards laying all over the place. Stabbed and burned to death.
“Wow Tzip, you sure you don’t know how to use magic?” Esmeralda asked her friend impressed.
“How did you do that? Show us!” the other two asked for the hundredth time.
She frowned and glared down at the doll in front of her on the small table. “For the last freaken time, I don’t KNOW!” she hissed at the two older boys behind her. “It just suddenly started to move!”
“Hey! Don’t you mean live?!” the doll squeaked angrily at her.
“Whoa! It talks too?!” the guys jumped back in surprise.
Tzipporah stuck out her tong at the Clopin puppet. “Then stop being alive already. You’re annoying.”
She honestly had no idea how she gave the puppet she made with her own hands life. Esmeralda giggled at the doll. “Isn’t this the puppet you made for Clopin a couple years ago?” she asked.
“Yea. I was only going to fix his hat and he suddenly started to talk and move around,” she muttered. Did her uncle put a spell on it? He always had crazy ideas.
“Hey Tulio, you think it can do magic like the real Clopin?” one of the boys said, poking the puppet.
“How should I know Miguel?” the other rolled his eyes and started to poke it too. Which the puppet clearly didn’t like. “Stop that or I’ll bite your fingers off!”
“It sure talks like him though,” Tulio mumbled, Miguel nodding in agreement.
“Like who?” Clopin asked in his cheerful voice, suddenly appearing behind the two. The two boys screamed out in surprise and backed away from him. “Dude, you seriously have to stop doing that!” Tulio pointed at him. “We’re gonna die of a heart attack one day,” Miguel mumbled from behind his friend.
Clopin just laughed and patted them hard, but in a friendly way on their backs. He turned his attention to his niece, looking over her shoulder. “Did you fix his hat yet??” he asked her, titling his head at the squealing puppet. “Kind of…” she mumbled, still having a glaring contest with it. “But he won’t sit still.”
“That’s because you’re trying to kill me you big meanie!”
“Well who wouldn’t?!”
Miguel and Tulio were now laughing at them, Esmeralda just giggling beside her. Clopin raised an eyebrow. “Why did you put a spell on it?”
“I didn’t do anything! I don’t even know how to cast a spell!”
“You don’t say?” he asked blankly and lifted up the puppet by its head. “Hey! Put me down you ugly giant! Only pretty girls can touch me!!!”
His eye twitched.
“And stop calling me it, I’m not an object!” it continued.
Tulio and Miguel were now laughing their heads off, clinging to each other to not fall over from laughing.
Another girl appeared behind Clopin, staring at the puppet with curious eyes. “Aww I think it’s cute!” she said sweetly. The puppet was about to scream at the new girl but stopped himself. “Only because you’re so cute yourself, I’ll let that slide.”
“Hey!” Tzip stood up angrily. “How come Ty Lee gets to call you whatever she wants without getting yelled at?!”
“Because she’s cute and you’re not!”
“What?!” she hissed and was about to jump at him, but was stopped by Clopin’s hand on her head. “You sure you don’t know how this happened?” he asked calmly, ignoring the doll trying to kick and bite his hand off. Tzip glared at them both and shacked her head. Clopin stared back at the puppet hanging in his hand blankly for a moment. “Thanks for fixing his hat,” he smiled and walked away with Clopin junior.
“Hey! Let me go you ugly giant wannabe!” it continued to yell but was ignored again.
“What do you think he’s going to do with it?” Tulio asked his friend when they finally stopped laughing. “I don’t know. Maybe dissect it?” Miguel laughed again.
“Oh dear,” Ty Lee said calmly, making the two boys turn back their attention to her. She pointed at Tzip who now was sitting in a corner with her head buried in her arms. “Tzip is back to her emo corner again,” she giggled.
“I’m not ugly….” Tzip mumbled.
Esme laughed slightly at her friend, patting her on the back softly. “There, there,” she chuckled. “How about we sneak out??” she offered happily.
Tzip immediately raised her head. “Sure.”
Tzipporah clenched her fists.
“Why won’t you help me?” she asked again. “Don’t you want your brother back?!”
Clopin turned his back on her and let out an irritated sigh. No matter how many times he told her no, she just came back the next time more stubborn. She sure reminded him of himself. “Luca’s dead Tzip,” he said tired, rubbing his head. “He’s been dead for 11 years. Don’t be stupid.”
“I’m not stupid!” she raised her voice. “That’s why I’m asking you to help me!”
She held up a heavy and old book in her arms for him to see. “You’re the only one here who can teach me necromancy! And if I fail then you can bring mom and dad back to life instead of me! Don’t you want that?!”
Clopin frowned when he recognized his late brother’s black magic book. She’s been snooping among his stuff again. “No I can’t. And even if I could I wouldn’t,” he said coldly and quickly took the book from her.
Tzip glared at her uncle, trying to understand why he was against her idea of bringing back her parents. She tried to reach for the book. “Why the hell not!? Are you that happy to have my dad out of the way?!” she hissed without thinking.
Clopin’s eyes widened and grabbed her wrist, stopping her hands from taking back the book. “How dare you even think that,” he asked darkly, the small room they were in suddenly turning much, much colder. However, Tzip didn’t drop her glare and stared back at him just as coldly as he did. “You’re just a coward. At least I’m trying to do something instead of feeling sorry for myself,” she started to shiver from the cold. “I’m gonna bring mom and dad back, with or without your help so give me back the book!”
Clopin pushed her back and made the book in his hands disappear. “You would only put everyone else in danger. Get over it already.”
“How would I do that?!” she hissed. “And like you’re one to talk, you still need to get over your dead girlfriend-“
He slapped her before she could finish her sentence.
It became silent. She slowly put her hand on her stinging cheek and stared shocked at her uncle. She had pissed him of several times. But never had he hit her before. He didn’t seem to regret it either. The only thing she could see in his eyes now was anger.
“Get out. This conversation is over,” he said darkly and once again turned his back to her.
“Please,” she still didn’t give up. “Teach me?”
Clopin closed his eyes and put his hands on his table, leaning slightly over it. “No.”
She bit her lip. For once in long time, she felt like crying. “Then I’ll find someone else who will,” she tried not to sob. “Someone who’s not a coward.” With that said she turned and left.
Clopin had sad look in his eyes and sat down on a chair. He glanced at the Clopin puppet that was sleeping and snoring in a shoe that looked like a doll bed.
“I’m sorry Tzip,” he whispered sadly. “But you were never supposed to use magic.” Because he had sealed all of her powers years ago. But it seemed she had somehow manage to unlock them by herself. He would have to do it again.
“Sorry, but it’s for your own good Tzipporah.”
((wow never meant for this to be this long... hehe... I didn't plan on giving Tzip so much background story either xD maybe I just used this as an excuse to write with Clopin more
))
That was really good!!!!
