Every so often in a family, there is a dreamer. Highly idealistic, motivated, and with enough gall to presume the world is their proverbial oyster. Why those dreamers would choose something as foul-smelling as an oyster to represent their journey in life is, as of yet, undetermined. Though they’re each different – blessed with different traits, personalities, and backgrounds – they share more in common than they’d ever know. Each had a dream, and each of them set out to make their way into the world.
Demeter Olympus, an unfortunate name and equally unfortunate hair aside, was a wholly unremarkable woman. Her early life was equally as unremarkable, and quite boring. She was raised in a small city – too big to be friendly with most, and yet too small to break away from the shadow of her parents. The wickedest thing ever done to her was to be raised by a librarian and a schoolteacher who filled her head with things impossible for her.
They died, as humans tend to do.
1 It gave her the inspiration to pursue two of those ‘impossible things’ she’d dreamt about as a child. A garden to make Mendel jealous, and the immortality akin to Tithonus. She’d be immortal, or she’d die trying.
2Demeter left the city of her youth with no hesitation (and, to add to the things she lacked, money and real-life experience). She hopped on the boat with the first cute sailor she saw, and was promptly whisked away to Dragon Valley where he left her high and dry.
3 He couldn’t have picked a better place. The town was beautiful, and she didn’t hesitate in buying a lot near city hall and building a small home.
Well, if a tiny shack with a sleeping bag, a toilet, a shower and a refrigerator could be called home.
She spent most of her time outside and she loved every moment of it. She divided her time between gardening and fishing, both of which came naturally for her. She also had an easy time gathering seeds for her garden, though she only planted what she needed at first. As a vegetarian, it was important for her to grow the ingredients for her favorite meal first – the autumn salad.
4{ And the true prince of the story makes his appearance: Demeter's first fish. }
{ Imagine me and you, I do, I think about you day and night... }As the park was just a quick jaunt from her house, she spent much of her time there. There she met quite a few of her friends. She quickly gained friends, and soon she began to spend her time in the art gallery in the hopes of meeting an artistic male to leech off his talents. He came in the form of Sean Kelly – well, sort of. He wasn’t artistic, but at least he was cute.
After several hours of flirting, and quite a few love letters and texts, Demeter finally gathered the courage to invite him back to her shack. Shortly following their first kiss, Sean decided to tell her that he was, in fact, married. To one of her friends.
5 After such a revelation, Demeter would like to have it said that she immediately broke things off with him. That would be a lie.
She convinced him to break up with Ava – though, it seemed she hadn’t had to try very hard. Sean had been having second-thoughts, it would appear, as to where he stood with his wife.
6 That just as well suited Demeter’s conscience. She would have to go to Ava and beg for her forgiveness later. Friendships were too valuable to waste on such squabbles; surely Flamel had never had to deal with jealous wives. She began dating Sean, and returned back to her monotonous drill of fishing and gardening, with the occasional meal or two thrown in.
A few days later, they went out to a restaurant for a date. It was a standard affair – a werewolf proudly displaying his grotesque table manners, a fairy deciding it’d be the perfect time to keel over, and Demeter proposing marriage to Sean on the condition they kept her last name. Demeter Kelly sounded more like a cheap nectar brand.
He accepted. Enthusiastically.
In two days, they were married.
After selling what little possessions he had, Sean brought in quite a bit of money so that they could add onto their house together and buy a few necessary items. A camera, a sculpting station, and an easel. Sean has a lot of work ahead of him.
1 A bizarre accident concerning two horses, a bag of produce, and a rather poorly executed karaoke version of the Beatles’
I Am the Walrus. Let this be a warning unto you all.
2 Obviously.
3 ‘High and dry’ being, in this case, not entirely true. She was sopping wet with fish in her dress and kelp in her hair. An interview with the Cute Sailor™ would later make mention that a plump green-haired girl had been leaning over the boat while trying to fish and when she’d fallen over, he’d presumed she’d be okay. And he was tired of cleaning up her seasick messes. But he definitely
didn’t accidentally give her a nudge.
4 Ice cream is a close second, though. Chocolate-chip cookie dough ice cream, to be particular.
5 Say it with me:
Awkward. Though it did explain the common surname. Ain’t hindsight something?
6 Not literally, mind you. He stood a few paces to her right on most days.
* A note: I'm dreadfully sorry for the atrocious quality of the screenshots. I was playing on a slow laptop where I had to have the lowest settings on. The wedding, however, coincided with an upgrade in technology on my end, and thus they improve for the next update. The pacing will also slow from here, but best to get all those terrible pictures out in one go.
