Oasis

Asra. He's all I've been able to think about. Once again, he's left on some stupid quest and I was told that I was staying here. I've known him for three years now, certainly he'd want me to come with? Oh, whatever. I finish dusting the shop counter and head upstairs for the night.

"Karma... Karma!" I open my eyes to someone calling my name. I'm not in my shop. I'm on a vast plain, with nothing but starry sky in every direction. I seem to be standing on a fluffy purple cloud, somehow not falling through it. I look around, trying to find whoever was calling for me. The voice... it sounded familiar, but off somehow. It sounded distorted, the letters sharper than they usually sounded.

"Karma?"

I whirled around as the voice spoke again, and jumped at the sight of Asra in the distance. He seemed impossibly far away, yet with only a few steps I was leaping into his arms.

"Asra! Where are we? Am I dreaming?" I was almost crying at the joy of seeing him again. I felt his hand smoothing over my head, fingers tangling in my hair. He gently grasped my chin and tilted my head up to look at him.

"Oh Karma. I've missed you." He leaned down to kiss me, but something felt wrong. I stepped back, staring into his eyes.

"Asra... something seems wrong." Asra just blinked, and that's when I realized. I wasn't sensing Asra's magic, the soft beating of his heart in time with mine. The presence in front of me was a void, just a dim echo of the real Asra. He laughed, and I felt the ground shake. I looked down in terror as thick cracks began to form in the cloud I was standing on. I started to run. My fear grew as I realized that the cracks were spreading far faster than I could run. Suddenly, I was pitched forward and thrown into the darkness below the cloud. I tried to summon something to catch me with my magic, but nothing worked. I gave in to the smothering darkness...

"Hey Karma, I'm back! Karma? Are you here?"

The voice sounded muffled, as if I was hearing it through the fog. I faintly heard footsteps coming up the stairs, and was dully aware of them stopping at the foot of the bed.

"Oh, you're asleep..." I realized that the voice was Asra, finally home from wherever he was. I listened as he dropped his traveling bag and took off his boots, then sat down beside me. He crawled under the blankets and rested his hand over my heart. I gasped as his magic filled my body, finally able to move. I sat up quickly, then almost fell back over as a strong wave of vertigo hit me. Asra was quick to sit up and steady me, holding me tight to try to stop my shaking.

"Karma, are you ok?"

I nodded numbly, letting my head fall back against his shoulder.

"I'm alright, just a nightmare." I let out a breath as Asra rubbed my back.

"Are you sure? You jumped up really quick. Want to talk about it?"

"I'm alright. I think I just need to rest and calm down a bit."

"Oh, yes, alright." Asra lay back down, and I laid my head on his chest. I closed my eyes and just listened to his heart for a couple minutes.

"You know what, Asra?"

"What's up, Karma?"

"This entire world is like a desert..." I shifted to look up at him

"And you are my Oasis."

Yes, this is just fanfiction for The Arcana game. I'm probably a little too obsessed with it and when I saw this prompt, I just had to write something with Asra. :)

Ignore all of this down here, I apparently have to have 1000 words so I'm just going to put something random down here XD

IGNORE THIS

Assignment: Grab an old yearbook or two and page through it. Look for things that you liked about the design and layout as well as content. Was there something included that we no longer add to our yearbook? Use this sheet to note some ideas that you liked and found interesting. Although I am not asking you to write them here, take notice of things that you do not like as well. What design elements didn’t work, what was boring or could have been left out.

Here's a bit of a story I wrote in 7th grade-

All Ashia could remember of her family was the warm body of her mother, Jen, and the comforting voice of her father, Salvus. Then she heard a different voice that frightened her. She huddled into her mother’s belly and gave a small squeak. Her mother ran her tail across Ashia’s back and Ashia fell into a deep sleep. 

When she woke up, there was another small body beside her. She sniffed it and it smelled of her mother. This must be my brother. I wonder what his name is. I know mine is Ashia, maybe his sounds similar? The bundle beside her wriggled and squeaked. Ashia opened her eyes. 

Wow! It’s all so big! She looked around at her mother. She was a dusky brown cat, with a small scar under her right eye. Do I look like her? She looked down at her pelt and discovered that unlike her mother, most of her pelt was tan. She had brown paws, ears, muzzle, and tail. Oh, so I don’t look like Jen. As if Jen could read her mind, she opened her eyes and looked down at Ashia. 

“Salvus! Salvus, come over here! Ashia has opened her eyes!” her father came around the door and looked at her. He was mostly gray with some white on his chest and belly.

“My beautiful daughter!” he rumbled in a deep voice. He leaned over to nuzzle Ashia, tickling her cheek. She swiped at his nose with her tiny kitten paws, almost hitting him. “What’s this? She’s already a fighter!” she noticed that his wide stretched eyes were blue. Are my eyes blue too? 

“Her eyes are blue, just like yours, Salvus.”

“Yes. I see that.”