Prologue.
Silence.
The world was filled with silence as the small figure walked a rather drunken stroll to the beach shores. The full moon enveloped the land in its soft, mysterious light.
Yet, there was silence.
The only sound that disrupted that silence was the sound of feet moving in the sand and the kicking of it. No, the stranger wasn't drunk; he was actually feeling weak and had a large dose of disbelief.
The stranger wasn't a man either. Though the figure was clothed in thick, masculine cloaks & boots, the grace and poise was obviously feminine. In her right hand, she held a bottle with a piece of paper rolled inside. Yes, she remembered the carefree days where she and he would stay in that beach, tossing bottles with their wishes inside and him urging her to leave that happy place.
The summer wind lashed furiously at her, causing her short blonde hair to go in different directions. He tied her hair in a ponytail that day, making them look even more alike.
Tears.
Someone was crying.
The tiny figure allowed her tears to pour down her now grubby face. She made no sound, just like what every proper lady would do, and only her gasps of breath and crying were heard.
Then, one audible thing shout out from her mouth.
"I'm sorry."
AN: Apologies for the shortness. Eventually, the next chapters are going to get longer.