Congrats! You are reading my story! I hope ya like it, but honestly, I could really care less! If your gonna hate on me, fine. Go ahead! But For all I care, it will be a waste of time and energy! Good luck with that haters!
Okay. Finished hate speech! Now, we are through with that, a warm welcome to my brand new story, Fearful of Fate. It's called that because the two main peeps in my story have written destined that they refuse to accept but, if you had to give up everything to fate, to save the world, would you do it?
Here we go... A journey I hope you never forget! Thanks, really!
Love you all!
-{SunriseMist}-
Melanie Stanton
I don't remember anything before the darkness. It really was everywhere, and it laced everything with sorrow. I had always been living in the shadows. In the dark alleyways and behind buildings, scrounging up food. My old clothing was hanging together by threads. Deep in the back of my mind I remembered, but I pushed it away each time. I had a life once. With a family, with friends. Until the monsters came. They came with their dark glinting eyes and their long talons. They were out to kill me, but, others always got hurt instead. I couldn't put my family through this danger anymore. So I left home. I left my warm bed and my dolls and toys. I ran. I hid. I was like a lone dog, I walked alone through the cold night, and kept my distance from others. I was independent. I was tough. I could survive. I would have stayed that way in the dark forever, but he found me. He was the one who brought me back to the light. And for that reason, I can never forgive him.
This is how my journey began.
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Jackson Fleeter
Prepared. Thats how I was raised. To know what you were being thrown into, why, and how. And most importantly, to be ready for it. Well, that's how i was supposed to be raised. But what is life without laughter? Nothing! That's why some people like a jokester like me, some think I can't take anything seriously. But this was no hoke. Rags. Torn. Sick. They never told me that finding one girl would be so important to this world. When I finally knew, and I finally met her, I was shocked to find, rags, torn clothes. A sick girl, to proud to accept help. But it was my destiny to help her, and it was her destiny to save this world. But the biggest joke of all, was that a small sickly girl like her had to fulfill the lines of the prophecy. The lines that few heard. The lines that spoke of death, pain, and suffering. I pray to all the gods the prophecy is wrong, and that she will be safe. I pray. But will the gods listen?
This is the beginning of my story.
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A maiden of word,
A maiden of lead,
Who's story they heard,
Painted in red,
If her heart will turn cold,
And so full of hate,
Destuction behold,
She is fearful of fate.
Okay. You know that you shouldn't have expectEd much out of that. It was just a prologue! I would feel so loved if you would reveiw. I want to know what you all think so far... Really I do care. Please, you know, R&R...:) thanks! Do come again! (If you didn't figure it out yet,those last little lines was the prophecy!)
Cheers!
-{SunriseMist}-