Title:
A Thousand Years of Rain
Author:
Se acerca el invierno
Genre:
Drama, Hurt / Comfort, also bits of Sci-Fi, Family, Friendship. Later some Romance too... Much later...
Timeframe:
NOTE: Slight AU —some minor changes and details different from canon, but nothing too drastic—. Manga timeline, events based on the anime
Summary:
Heroes have always been considered as "perfect" people, someone whose flaws aren't considered as flaws too. Surely a distrustful, lonely young woman doesn't fit in that label. All the same… Have you ever woken up with the feeling that the day coming is just like the previous one? Do you ever feel like the world needs a change? Have you ever considered, bravely or stupidly, that you could make a difference in said world? If so, have you ever actually tried to do something about it? And in the process of trying to save innocent people, including your own father and your childhood hero...
Have you ever thought that you had failed?
If your last answer is affirmative, well then, welcome to my life. After all, not all endings are happily ever after. However, I was determined to change that. Little did I know about what I was gotten myself into...
Rating:
M — Just to be sure. Not suitable for children or teens below the age of 14-16
Warnings:
This fanfiction will contain spoilers of the whole Death Note plot.
This fanfiction's main character is an OC —original character—, so if you don't like romance between a canon character and an original one, then this is definitely not your story.
This fanfiction will practically have no censorship. Death Note is no fairytale, nor is this fic. You will find some bad language and swearing every now and again, as well as mentions and occasional descriptions of taboo subjects such as rape, sects, sex, murder and violence, among others. Not in every single paragraph, but a good amount of them in total.
Author's notes:
Welcome everyone to my story! Before starting with the reading, I'd like to let you know a few things first.
English is not my first language, so consequently I'm looking for a beta but still haven't found it. If anyone is interested, please, don't hesitate to send me a PM. So I apologize first hand for any grammar or spelling mistake, etc, you'll probably find. Also, I'll try my hardest to keep my OC from being a Mary Sue; if you think something is wrong also don't doubt to tell me and I'll try to fix any mistake. If you want to say something about the story, or anything else, please, be respectful with everyone.
The disclaimer will be posted after the first chapter. All opinions are very welcomed, especially constructive criticism so, please, try to click the "Review" button down there before leaving :) Without further delay, I'll leave you with the story. Here it goes!
A THOUSAND YEARS OF RAIN
"Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth." - Oscar Wilde
PROLOGUE
Life: the condition that distinguishes animals and plants from inorganic matter, including the capacity for growth, reproduction, functional activity, and continual change preceding death.
Death: the action or fact of dying or being killed; the end of the life of a person or organism.
Time: the indefinite continued progress of existence and events in the past, present, and future regarded as a whole.
Soul: the spiritual or immaterial part of a human being or animal, regarded as immortal.
Hate: to feel / the feeling of - an intense or passionate dislike, extreme hostility to (someone).
Love: to feel / the feeling of - an intense, deep affection; a deep romantic or sexual attachment to (someone).
Six words, twenty-five letters total. From about a million twenty-five thousand words existing in the English language, curiously those are the most transcendent and significant to me. Those are the words which forced me to question myself about everything I knew. The wind blew. I could hear the leaves moving violently on the trees' branches, bumping into each other. Some fell, but the others remained.
The stormy weather and the clouds stained the usually blue sky with different shades of grey. Never completely white, never completely black. Darker or lighter, but none completely. Ironically, even the granite stones seemed clearer to me.
How long had it actually been? Weeks, yet it felt as if it were decades. "Decades…" I chuckled, "Close enough…" I thought while reading for the fifth time the name carved in the stone. The wind blew.
Taking a deep breath, I finally averted my eyes from the gravestone. I turned around, starting to walk down the path that led to the street, outside of the graveyard. The cawing of a bird rang loudly, making me glance up. A raven awaited me on top of the iron gates. I sighed "Let the dead rest and the living live..."