Prologue
When people think of their enemies, they think of things like spiders, a bully, a wound that won't heal. All tangible things.
I'm different. I know what my enemy is — I was told what it was a long time ago — and it can't be touched. Not with hands, at least.
I shouldn't tell you what I'm scared of, what I'm intimidated by, what makes me angry. Knowing my greatest weakness would only make me vulnerable. But I want to tell you. I want to tell someone, anyone, just to know that someone else understands me. So I'll give you a clue: what my enemy is . . . it isn't subtle, it isn't quiet, it's not rare. It's everywhere. It invades every person and it won't let them go. Ever.
After what happened with my sister, I knew I could never be free of it. I knew I would never be able to live without it. I knew it was going to haunt me forever.
Because that's what I am. A body made up of thoughts and emotions and actions — all directed by the one thing that completes me.
Have you guessed what it is yet? Have you guessed my enemy?
All right, I'll tell you:
Fear.
Author's Note: Hello there! This is a start of a new story of mine (a novel, actually). It's a Frozen/Rise of the Guardians/slightly Tangled crossover, in case you didn't know that already. I have the whole novel written out, and am editing the last few parts of it, so I should be posting regularly in the next few days. However, I couldn't help from posting the prologue and the first chapter now! I'm PSYCHED about this story. Hopefully, you're going to like it.
Anyway, thanks for reading, and I hope you'll love it like I do - the more you read, of course.
- J. Dom
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