Suddenly thought of Little Apple Dolls and went to website www.littleappledolls.com . Brilliant product. They are actually Japanese spirits lookalike dolls with interesting stories. I have the Little Apple Doll by the name of Sine, as shown above. It's actually a gift from Skinny Bones. I was so touched when I received the gift such that I couldn't stop crying. Hahaha...Anyway, Sine's story begins as like that:Little Apple Red says the Little Girl who lived in the house by the orchard used to pick the fallen apples and make believe they could talk. The Little Girl loved the apples of the orchard and spent all her days there. Sometimes she would write poems about them. Sometimes she played counting games. Sometimes she told the apples stories.
Listening to the Little Girl was Little Apple Red's favourite thing to do. He wished he could be a fallen apple so the Little Girl would play with him the way she played with the fallen apples. He wanted to fall but he knew if he did, come sun-up he'd be ready for the eatin'. Boy was Little Apple Red confused.
Time went by. The Little Girl did not play outside in the orchard as much. When she did she only stayed for a little while. She missed the apples. Looking out into the orchard from the house made her heart hurt. She was always tired and spent less time in the orchard...until she stopped coming outside at all.
One day Little Apple Red says he saw some men carry a long white box out of the house and through the orchard. He says he saw th men put the box in a hole in the ground and put a big cross on it. He didn't know why but Little Apple Red felt real sad.
The Little Girl felt herself falling into her bed. Into the sheets. Into the floor and the ground beneath that. The Little Girl heard crying - "Help us, take us away. Bring the apples...our souls. Sine. Save us..." She found herself in a place she did not know, wandering. Broken glass, pins, needles grew from the ground. A land with and without life. Loud whispers sat on her shoulders and dived into her ears. The Little Girl tried to cover her ears...She could not stop them and she could not understand.
The Little Girl saw many like her. They were pale and hollow-eyed. Lost and lonely. Some had their eyes sealed shut and their mouths wiped away. They could not speak. They could not see. Their time before was cut short by being sick and their lives being taken by force. A little boy ran towards her and shook her: he was speaking but she could not understand: he spoke in rustling leaves and sirens. A great shadow followed the boy as he ran past the Little Girl.
Black creatures flew over head lifting the wandering children into the darkness above. Little white canoles floated everywhere. they were death gages for the lost. A little white canole floated near to the Little Girl. She touched it and it spoked: "Save us. The Watchers are eating souls. Find a place to hide us." She touched it again ..." The hole above ...when the above and the below touch, chaos is born. From the chaos will come a safe haven..the Inbetween". The Little Girl tried to speak but out came the sounds of wind chimes and running water. The Little Girl could not think of a way to make the sky fall. She thought of the apples in the orchard and the stories she used to tell them. The Little Girl wanted to wander but she did not know why. Her feet began to move. She spoke in droplets and and bells of the days amongst the apples.
A voice called from the Little Girl's pocket. A fallen apple from the orchard had awoken. Little Apple Red says that it was as if the Little Girl's voice had brought the apple to life. In the Inbetween, everything is with and without life. The little white canole looked on. The apple jumped onto the Little Girl's shoulder and nestled her cheek and whispered to her.
The Little Girl took the fallen apple and covered it with the pins, needles and broken glass from the ground and threw it high into the Darkness above. When the above and the below touch, chaos is born. From the chaos will come safe haven...the Inbetween...but not like the one before. The brightest light fell from above blinding the flying creatures. The children floated up and spiralled mid air. The light filled their hollow eyes and fed their hungry souls.
Creaking doors and breezes, leaking taps and quiet footsteps, barking dogs and glass shattering. The wandering children wailed. The ground began to shake. A hole opened up in front of the Little Girl. She could see the orchard...She touched the little white canole again - " Yours is not the fate of the others...go and bring them here.." Red flames shone from the Little Red Girl's: the little canole disappeared.
The Little Girl returned to the orchard. Little Apple Red says she looked different. Her hair was darker and her eyes were hollow. But she could see right through him. Seeing her. Little Apple Red had remembered how much he had missed her.
She picked up Little Apple Red and told him he had a very special thing to do. His was the fate of ordinary apples. The Little Girl had been sent to find protectors of children like her: children that lay Inbetween places. The Little Girl told Little Apple Red of what she had seen in the place past the Inbetween. Childrenpast the Inbetween were lost, lonely and needed protection. Sine had created chaos in the place past the Inbetween and had to go back for the others but could not do it by herself. Little Apple Red says even she was in danger. She told Little Apple Red would be the first warrior, but not any warrior. He would be the protector of the Little Girl's soul. She told him she had to go back at sun-up but she'd right back to play with him when it grew dark. Little Apple Red says he was real confused. What he could do he was just an ordinary apple. Small and plain and red.
The Little Girl told Little Apple Red that he had nothing to fear. He would be the protector of her soul. Sine, the Keeper's soul. As she told of the life she would lead as the Protector of Souls Inbetween in this world and that, he felt a warmth move through him like the Little Girl's hands were made of sunlight.
