Origin

Do you wonder why our names are what they are? There is always a story about your name. Always.

Somehow the origin of our name is connected to another, which is connected to another, and somehow all of our names are put together to make one story. There's been many stories and mysteries and made up reasons of our names.

But here's the real story about a little one whose name was Seramic Fawkes and another whose name was Iris Flower. Their name... from a fable called "The fox and the flower".

Our story begins with a small girl, out in a field, picking flowers and comes home to her antique shop where all of our characters rest.

Characters- (Please try to include as many people as possible, for they all play a part in this story)
Seramic Fawkes (A glass fox) - Amy
Iris Flower (A magical Iris) - Iris
Opal (A opal jewel) - Amy
Luna Tsukiko (The moon) - Amy
Solar Hiko (The sun) - Amy
Sami Kiire (The milkyway) - Amy
Zoey Forest (The forest) - Amy
Cephei Celest (The stars, Main body is the star Cephei) - Amy
Shell Mordio (A vase) - Amy
Shade Mordio (Shade) - Amy
Joyce Evans (The girl who runs the antique shop) - Iris
Ann Gold (A gold coin) - Iris
Crystal Gold (A crystal) - Iris
Miku Hatsune (Mysterious voice who assists people, can foresee the future) - Amy)

That name is awesoooome. Who's the little girl?

I dunno. It can be you.

That's why I put "CN: The little girl who runs the antique shop".

Ahh..... how about Joyce?

OK.

You should gimme a list of all the characters you want turned into objects.

Mmk. In a sec. *looks through list*

I have nine characters and half of them won't play a big role.

Wow....
You just name characters literally. :-/ I mean, how can Eliza be turned into anything?

Princess Elizabeth Bethany? I dunno. Something to do with princesses/queen/royalty?

Maybe a statue of a princess?

EDIT: I have randomly created two characters named Ann Gold and Crystal Gold. So a gold coin and a crystal? ;D

Ok!

Do we have enough? :-/

Sure.

We can add them in as we go along.

You start, picking flowers in a field.

Joyce
"Hooray! Daisies!" I said happily, picking a lot of them and putting them in a bouquet. The wind blew strongly and the daisies nearly blew out of my hand, but I managed to hold on to them. I continued on to the south part of the field, fighting the wind, and saw a large variety of flowers. A small patch of irises was there, and there were some forget-me-nots, as well as a variety of other flowers. I added many of them to my bouquet, and headed back into the shop. I took a small glass vase, put water in the vase, and carefully arranged the flowers, and put them on a shelf. They gave off a beautiful fresh feeling.

Shell
"So I guess you're all new to the antique shop here, huh?" I asked as the million flowers who were making themselves comfortable in my hollow.

Iris
"Yes!" I said "What happens here?"

Shell
"We sorta just sit around and wait to be bought. That's it. Except nobody comes here that often so we just sit around and gather dust. Hey, everyone!" I called. "We got some newcomers again! Who wants to welcome them?"

Opal
"Oh. Just some flowers. They're going to go soon, won't they?"

Amy
"Oh my! They all look so pretty! I wish I can get up and smell them all! I like that pink one." I said, intending the one who had spoken.

Iris
"Thank you!" I said.

Crystal
"It's so nice to meet ch'all!" I said excitedly. New friends!

Amy
"I hope you enjoy it here. We always love new flowers. Get to know everybody! What's your names?"

Iris
"I'm Iris!" I said brightly.

All the Daisies
"We're daisies."

Forget-Me-Not
"I'm a forget me not!"

Amy
"Wow. Only one iris, huh? That's cool." I said.



All the flowers are starting to wilt, yet Iris stays strong and doesn't wilt.

"Oh... it looks like you guys are dying. Ann, Crystal, are they going to get thrown out?"

Crystal
"Oh no! I hope not!" I said. "They were my new friends!"

Iris
"I don't wilt. I'm special."

Ann
"I... I think so..."

Amy
"Yes, you don't! Are you...magical?"

Iris
"Maybe!" I said brightly.

Amy
"Do you grant wishes?" I asked, curious.