Day Three: Steadfast tin soldier?...perhaps...

She knew from the moment she was taken out of the box, twisty-ties falling from sculpted arms like spells keeping her in a perfect beauty sleep, something was wrong. The little boy must not have noticed the delima her plastic eyes held, for he took her out of the box and marched her over to the line of toy soldiers that was prepared for battle. Chubby fist enclosing her, she didn't move, only felt with desperation the small bolt holding her left arm together coming loose. The boy promptly forgot her as he brought to life the sounds of planes and missles, guns and a child's imagination. He ran a plane into the soldiers, toppeling a few. Quickly he changed his voice to an embarresing falseto, high voice giving her life." Don't worry soldiers." the chubby fist grabbed her middle and turned her towards the toys,"I'm coming for you!" She marched(or rather hopped) over to the men. Instead of having her assist the men, as she thought the boy would have her do, he simply gathered them up in one hand, her in the other, and put them into a small shoe box.
The shoe box was to be her home, she later found out, but it was also the hospital. She, Top surgen Zemryn, limited edition w/ styled red mohair in a tight sugery bun complete with pressed white jacket and miniature needles, was a colectors edition. Her only problem was that she was not a colector's doll, she was the newest edition to the collection of army and nurse personell that belonged to an eight year old named Tommy.
She didn't hate Tommy, no one did, but it was a bit saddening to know that most would treasure you and keep you in your signiture cabinet----------but your owner tosses you into a shoebox hospital , crinkeling your dress, pulling loose hair, and loosing your only pair of shoes. That was Tommy though, so they had to accept it. Tommy's mother left him as a child and although his dad still lived, he traveled so much his kids rarely saw him.They lived in a grand house with their nanny, and waited till their father came home. He always broght them expensive and well made toys, and Zemryn was no exeption.
Tommy's older sister's name was Emily.She was older than Tommy, and she never let him forget it for a moment.Long brown curls and lacey pastel dresses, she looked like the picturesque rich young english girl. Unfortunatly, Em was often plauged by horrid illnesses and rarely took her toys out to play with. Thus it was completly understandable that Zemryn had no idea who the dancer on the table top was.


Just another story I'm going to work on at odd intervals. It's going to be like a steadfast tin soldier story, only the roles are reversed and there might be alot more magic.Dont know yet.