Rita Vargas wasn't exactly sure how she got to this place. She remembered going to sleep one night, and then when she woke up....
Rita's home was a planet that she wasn't even sure if it existed in this place or not. The planet Earth. It was...a busy place to say the least, and probably at the rate it was going it wouldn't be around too much longer. But off that subject, and onto who she had been.
Beings known as Avatars, or Personifications, were created on her world, to represent the land and the people that lived there. This is what she had been; The personification of Sicily, an island off the coast of Italy. She was tough, strong-willed....and utterly lost at the moment.
This place that she had woken up in...Subeta....it was horrifically different from her home. The first thing that she noticed was that....the trees were slightly different...That there was something that she had been told never existed, magic...and that...she already seemed to have a home. As if this place was expecting her.
This woman named Sarah had said that it happened often. That people just sort of fell here from various worlds when their time in that world was up. Either Rita didn't understand, or chose not too understand and continued to search for a way to get back home. She missed her brothers, and her comrads....she even missed the treatments that she recieved from her superiors....and that was saying something.
The scars that littered her body from her previous treatments quickly became a problem in this place. People here weren't used to seeing people so scarred up, and many even asked her what the marking on her hand meant. It was after that she made sure to either wear long sleeves or gloves, for she didn't want the unecessary questions.
And so, she lived on Subeta for a couple of years. It was very hard at first. Very. She missed everything, and all she had was a few pictures that she had stuck in her wallet of her family and coworkers, and often she would take walks through the Veta Valley Gardens, doing nothing but stareing at the picture of her two brothers. She got herself a job at the Lakeview Resort, earned herself some of the currency...and then spent it on anything that reminded her of home. It didn't matter what it was...a ribbon...a shirt....Soon her home was full of just trinkets that reminded her of the place that she seemingly could never return too.
She also searched for those who were like her...who were personifications. Once, she thought she saw Gilbert....but it turned to be someone else...it seemed that there were no personifications on Subeta. The continents didn't even have one. And so, she fell into a horribly repetitive routine.
Work. Walk. Buy. Walk. Sleep. Eat. Work. Repeat.
It was during a walk that she stumbled upon an injured animal. To her, it looked like a fox or a dog lying on it's side....but when she approached it, it revealed one of the Subeta native animals, a Montre. It had a horrible gash in it's side, and it's tail was bent in an odd direction, as was one of it's wings. For a moment, Rita just stood there, unsure what to do. She knew she should help it...but she didn't really know how too. It was a low whine from the Montre that won her over, and she gently scouped the poor thing in her arms and took it home with her.
As best as she could, she bandaged the wound in it's side, and set it's wing and tail. Then...she waited. She was no vet, that's for sure, but somehow, the poor thing managed to pull through. The Montre gave Rita a reason to get up in the morning other than work, a reason to push herself, a reason that she had forgotten. It became part of her routine...and...even replaced her walks. She found herself thinking of home less and less...
However, when home did hit her mind, there were times when she couldn't handle it, and broke down into sobs. It was so unlike her to cry, but her heart ached to see her family again. The first few days that the Montre was there, she did this often, and the animal watched her with it's golden eyes.
A week passed, and she was about to get out some paints, just to paint to give herself something to do other than stare at the animal that was seemingly asleep on it's bed. Then a wave of grief hit her and she collapsed to her knees, once again sobbing as she clutched the Easel. Painting reminded her of her brother, Feliciano....he loved to paint....he loved art...he--
A soft paw nudged her arm, and she looked up to find the Montre watching her. It's wing was laying against the floor, and it's head was bowed; it had braved the pain of it's injuries to come to her...and then...
It licked her hand.
Almost instantly, Rita knew what it was trying to say. "it's Okay. Please don't cry." Carefully, Rita scooped the Montre in her arms and cried, and the animal didn't seem to care. After that, she didn't cry as often, and when she did, the Montre would stop whatever it was doing, and sit next to her, offering whatever comfort it could in it's injured state.
And slowly, Rita began to rely on the Montre. The creature would often do funny things just to make her smile or laugh...and while it reminded her of home, she didn't cry.
Then it grew time for it's healing to stop, and for her to let it go. She didn't want too, but she knew...she knew it wasn't hers. She figured it probably belonged to someone...and didn't want to keep it from it's family. One day while walking the many stalls of the shops in Centropolis, she came across a small loop. It had a few feathers attatched to it, and on impulse, she bought it. When she got home, the Montre was sitting in the window, and hopped down to greet her like it did every day...and the thought occured to her that...today was the day.
Carefully she took the loop she had bought, and slipped it on the Montre's tail, then picked it up and took the splint off it's wing. With a flap, it took off and flew in laps around her head, causing her to laugh....and then she grew sad. Opening the door, she watched as the Montre flew off and down the road....While she knew it was the right thing for her to do....it did not ease the ache in her heart that now the only thing that had kept her mind off home was gone.
The next day, she went down to the petshop, in hopes that she would find something...anything to keep her mind of the place she once lived. But as she paced the rows of cages, nothing caught her eye. There were a few baby Montre....but it hurt her heart to look at them. She knew that she wouldn't be able to handle anything at the moment, a futile window shopping experience. She kindly appologized to the shopkeeper, and went home.
Days passed for her....and she slowly...slipped back into her old routine. She would stare at the picture of her brothers for hours on end, and was even late to work a few times. Finally, the lady at the resort gave her a holiday, a leave, so that she could gain her bearings...but all she did during the first few days was sit at the table and stare at pictures and trinkets.
A gem that was the same color as Feliciano's eyes.
A shirt that Lovino would wear.
A tomato plushie.
A turtle figurine to remind her of Antonio.
A ribbon to remind her of Lizzy.
A toy rifle to remind her of Vash. It never ended....and slowly she began to feel the hunger pains. She hadn't eaten in days...and she was hungry...but she refused to move.
What was her purpose anymore? On Earth at least she had a purpose, even if it was taxing on her mind. Here...what was her purpose? Try as she might, she couldn't find one. The days were so repetative....over and over again the same thing. And she didn't want that. Vaugely she wondered what it would be like to die.....
And just as she was about to pass out from hunger.....a fuzzy brown head leaned down and placed an apple infront of her face. With a start she jolted her head up, surprise overpowering the dizzyness in her head.
It was the Montre, and the only way she knew was because it had that same little loop that she had given it. And it whined at her, nudging the apple with it's paw.
"Why...are you here?" Rita asked it, knowing she wouldn't get an answer. The only answer she recieved was the Montre once again nudging the apple closer to her hand with it's nose. Rita shook her head, she didn't want it...even though her stomach loudly disagreed. The animal infront of her gave her a look and lifted itself up, and over to the door, closing it with it's back foot, signaling that it wasn't going anywhere. Then it returned to her and sat down on the table again, nosing the apple towards her.
And finally...she ate it. The next thing she knew she was digging through her refridgerator. With faultering steps, she made her favorite of her own dishes, and ate every bit of it, and the Montre merely watched her. After she was done, she stared at the now pretty clean plate in disgust.
The Montre nuzzled itself up under her arm, curling up next to her on the table, silently saying that it wanted to stay here, with her....and at that moment, Rita began to cry again. The Montre let her cry on it, and after a while, she was done.
"...I guess your not leaving...." she muttered into the Montre's fur, and the creature gave a small yip as an answer. "....but I can't just keep calling you 'it'....Do you mind if I give you a name? If so, I'd like to call you Sicilianara.....as a reminder of what I left behind...but gained in the process....." The newly dubbed Sicilianara leaned over and licked Rita's cheek as her answer. It was then that Rita finally accepted that there was no returning to her home, her family. This place, this world called Subeta was her home now, there would no longer be meetings....no longer would she have to put up with the torture that she had....but none-the-less, it still made her sad. She would miss that place she had once called home, but there was no going back to it. And she finally, finally accepted it.
A couple weeks later, while Rita was out and about with Sicilanara in the park, the Montre litterally bumped into a harvester who belonged to a girl by the name of Aelita. At first, Rita was stand-offish...like she normally was...but this girl was sweet...and reminded her a lot of her brother, and she couldn't help but open up just a little bit...just a little more than she usually did. She noticed that Sicilanara seemed to be quite happy playing with Aelita's Harvester.
"What's your Montre's name?" Aelita had asked.
"...Sicilianara..." Rita had replied shortly, huffing a bit.
"Ah, what a pretty name! My Harvester's name is Samual...Sam for short. He seems to rather like Sici~" And a friendship was born. This girl reminded Rita so much of her brother, that...she began thinking of her as a sister. There were times when her guarded personality just didn't exist. Aelita introduced Rita to a couple of other people....and it didn't take long for Rita to finally have some sort of feeling that she finally belonged somewhere. She became fiercly protective of Aelita and her friends, and still is.