[fishymcstix]

Wax People

This was a collaboration between my sister Sobriquet. and I. I did the lines and a good bit of coloring and shading, while she did the coloring and shading on the wax person.

This was inspired by a story I created, about a little girl who mischievously ran around her father's wax garden, lighting the candles ablaze and laughing the whole way. The story goes as follows:

"Nine-Hundred Ninety-Eight, Nine-Hundred Ninety-Nine, One Thousand. You're all done sweetheart. You may stand." Her mother said as she gently assisted the little girl to her delicate feet.

She swayed a little in her standing, giggling as she almost fell. She had always been bad with balance.

"Now, be good, darling. Momma's gonna take a bath." Her mother told her as she exited the chamber.

In her mind, this was a great opportunity to see something she'd never seen before. She quietly left the chamber herself and, with a quick glance down the hallway, she darted out. She ran down the hall, silent as she attempted not to laugh. She was always a very joyful child, and she couldn't wait to see the secrets within her father's sacred chamber.

She had always heard stories about it, she had been told by grandparents and peers alike that it was the most wondrous room in the palace, and it was full of absolute wonders.

She had never been allowed to go in her father's secret chamber, but she didn't have a thought about it as she raced down the hallway, knocking into a cook on accident as she went.

She finally reached the fine entrance at the end of the hall: a large, grand white set of double doors leading into this mysterious place.

As she was about to enter, she saw a strange white object laying on the ground. She couldn't see from her distance so she approached the small object hastily, picking it up with her little fingers.

"My, what's this?" She wondered aloud, messing around with it in her hands. Suddenly, a small fire was at her fingertips. She giggled as the little flame danced with her breath.

She took her fingers off the strange white object as she slipped it into her pocket.

The little girl took a sharp breath as she hesitantly walked towards the grand white doors. She pushed, and as gently as a gasp of wind the door opened.

She was surprised to find that the room was filled with people. Had these been her father's prisoners? She wandered into the dark room and saw a person kneeling.

"It's so dark in here..." She said, wondering how to get light to the room. There had been no light switch when she had walked in the doors.

As she felt around for a light, her hands grazed a familiar rope. It was the wick of a candle. She eagerly fished the small white object out of dress pocket and lit it again, touching it to the wick and lighting it.

The area around the candle lit up as well, casting light on the rest of the candle. She gasped as she recognized the human form the was attached to the wick. It's wax was quickly melting, so she gently blew out the candle.

She was about to leave when she felt a surge of power and defiance. Why should I have to obey the rules and not be here? Why can't I light all of these wicks, and melt all of these people? That'll show my dad who he's dealing with! She thought.

Hesitantly, she turned back to the room, once again lighting the small white object.

The little girl lit one candle, and laughed with power as the flame danced and the wax melted. She ran down the pathway to the next candle, and the next, lighting them as she went; and laughing the whole way.

"Marlene!" A shout resounded throughout the room, "What do you think you're doing?!" Her father yelled, running down the pathway to stop her.

She stopped in her tracks, no longer laughing as her father reached her. He angrily grabbed the lighter out of her hand, throwing it to the floor.

"I thought I told you to never come in here! You directly disobeyed me!" He yelled brining the little girl to tears.

She ran out of the room crying before her father could catch up to her.

She ran to the ends of the earth, for fear that her father would catch her. She never stopped running until the day she dropped dead in her place, and nobody came to her funeral and nobody mourned her loss.

The wax people all melted that day, her father not caring to blow out their candles as he ran out of the room in pursuit of her.

This is why you should never disobey your parents.

God bless.