Colors flooded a young girl's vision. Scents of fried food and sweet delicacies filled the air. The young girl, known as Claira, was experiencing her very first festival. Though scared, she was determined to find something good about her current situation.

. . .

Except, it has been a good hour since she had decided to find something 'good'. In fact, her situation right now could be anything but good. She'd lost her parents and was wondering around the fair grounds, desperately searching for her family, "Mom! Dad!"

She tried to get someone, anyone to help her, but she had no luck. Walking around a huge fairground as a seven year old made the whole situation even scarier.

She began to whimper, "I'm never going to find them!"

"Find who?" Claira whipped around to see a young boy, possibly a year or two older than her. He had dark brown hair and striking green eyes, which was completely the opposite of the young blonde girl with light blue, almost grey, eyes.

"Who are you?" The girl was scared and alone. Why trust someone here? No one helped her before, why would this boy even turn his gaze to her?

Laughter from the brunet boy entered the air of fun and excitement from the festival, "Chris, and you?"

". . . Claira," she said cautiously.

"Cool!" exclaimed the young boy. Claira's look of confusion caused the young boy to clarify, "We both have names that start with 'C's!" Getting less scared and more curious, Claira slowly stopped crying. "Ooo~ Claira! Look at that game!"

The curious little girl came over to the very excited Chris, "Oh~!"

The clerk of the game booth came over, "Three tickets for three throws."

Both looked at each other then gave each other a smile. "Let's do it!" Chris yelled handing over three tickets.

"Alright, Kiddos, all ya' got to do is knock over those blocks over there," said the game clerk. "Ya knock 'em over, Ya get a prize," he gestured up to the hanging stuffed animals.

"Here you go," Chris handed over a ball to his new friend, "you throw first!"

"Ah. . . okay. . ."

The young girl threw the ball and knocked over the top one, "I-I hit it?"

"Yay!" exclaimed the boy embracing the young girl. "You did it! My turn!" The ball hit the remaining two and out of the kindness Claira wasn't aware the clerk could posses, he offered the two of them a prize each.

The young boy pulled her around the festival prizes in hand, both forgetting the reason they met.

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While Claira was having fun, she soon realized what she should really be doing, "Hey. . . Um. . ."

"What's up, Claira?" Chris turned to face the girl who had joined him on his adventure through the festival.

The girl was messing with her hands and looked away from her newfound friend, "I-I lost my p-parents." The boy froze up, "C-could you help me f-find them?"

Sadness passed through the young boy's eyes, "Why didn't you say something sooner? We might've already-"

". . . I was having fun," Claira said softly.

The boy's eyes widened before a soft smile crossed his face, "Well, I'm glad you were having as much fun as I was, but it's about time we started looking, don't ya think?" The two smiled and began their rigorous search.

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"Mom!" A young woman in her mid-twenties turned to Claira with tears in her eyes.

"Claira!" The tears fell from the woman's eyes as her daughter was returned to her, safe and sound. "Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

The little girl shook her head at her mother, "Nope! Chris helped me!" The young boy had been trying to stealthily make his retreat up until he heard the words that left his friend's mouth, "He kept me safe, a-and he calmed me down, and h-he helped me search for you!"

The mother looked up to see a boy, Chris, who was frozen watching the little blonde girl rave on and on to her mother on how good of a friend she had found and how happy she was to run into him, "Are you Chris?" A slight nod was all she received in return, but she was quick to wrap her arms around the young boy, "Thank you, so much."