This is this writing trio's first fanfic. We've written other fanfics by
ourselves, but never together. Actually, Aqua isn't helping in this because
she hasn't ever read Fearless. She doesn't know what she's missing…. So
only Earth and Emerald will be doing this. This is going to be a really
weird fanfic, but read and review it anyway please! This prologue isn't
going to make much, if any, sense, but it'll get a lot clearer as the story
grows. We promise.
Disclaimer: We don't own Fearless. We do, however, own the plot.
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Prologue
"That'll be a dollar, miss," said the hot dog vendor.
Gaia Moore fished through her pockets until she found a crumpled one-dollar bill. She shoved it at the man and picked up her hot dog. She wrinkled her nose at it. No condiments. Yuck. But she couldn't' afford to have condiments. She was one of those homeless, despicably poor people she had vaguely noticed before when walking through the park. But that was when she actually had some money. Lately she had had the worst of luck, and she had even been forced out of her apartment complex. Now she lived on the streets and had hot dogs for dinner every night. She was even getting used to no condiments on her hot dogs and no donuts. She had a horrible life, the nineteen-ear-old thought as she bit in to the plain and bland hot dog. Ever since Ed had been killed in a car accident a year and a half ago, she had gotten less and less financially secure, until this. Now she was used to it and had almost accepted it.
Almost.
Loki is gone at least, she thought. That's something. Loki had disappeared right after Ed had been killed, and Gaia strongly suspected that he had been the cause of his demise. But that didn't matter anymore. All that mattered was staying alive to see the sun rise the next day. She finished her hot dog and threw away the wrapper. She settled down in the first spot that looked remotely comfortable and fell into uneasy sleep.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Gaia woke to bright sunshine and the twittering of birds outside her window. She groaned unconsciously and buried her head in the pillow, wanting to sleep more. Then something hit her, and she sat upright.
When she fell asleep, she didn't have a window. Or a pillow. Or anything for that matter. So what was she doing with a window and a pillow and things?
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Sorry it's so short, but it's a f*****g prologue! They're supposed to be short! Please review!
Disclaimer: We don't own Fearless. We do, however, own the plot.
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Prologue
"That'll be a dollar, miss," said the hot dog vendor.
Gaia Moore fished through her pockets until she found a crumpled one-dollar bill. She shoved it at the man and picked up her hot dog. She wrinkled her nose at it. No condiments. Yuck. But she couldn't' afford to have condiments. She was one of those homeless, despicably poor people she had vaguely noticed before when walking through the park. But that was when she actually had some money. Lately she had had the worst of luck, and she had even been forced out of her apartment complex. Now she lived on the streets and had hot dogs for dinner every night. She was even getting used to no condiments on her hot dogs and no donuts. She had a horrible life, the nineteen-ear-old thought as she bit in to the plain and bland hot dog. Ever since Ed had been killed in a car accident a year and a half ago, she had gotten less and less financially secure, until this. Now she was used to it and had almost accepted it.
Almost.
Loki is gone at least, she thought. That's something. Loki had disappeared right after Ed had been killed, and Gaia strongly suspected that he had been the cause of his demise. But that didn't matter anymore. All that mattered was staying alive to see the sun rise the next day. She finished her hot dog and threw away the wrapper. She settled down in the first spot that looked remotely comfortable and fell into uneasy sleep.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Gaia woke to bright sunshine and the twittering of birds outside her window. She groaned unconsciously and buried her head in the pillow, wanting to sleep more. Then something hit her, and she sat upright.
When she fell asleep, she didn't have a window. Or a pillow. Or anything for that matter. So what was she doing with a window and a pillow and things?
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Sorry it's so short, but it's a f*****g prologue! They're supposed to be short! Please review!
