Prologue
Gentle giggles drifted out into the hall, the source of the noise coming from the pink tainted room of a curly-haired child. She bounced on her small overly stuffed bed, the obvious amusement and delight visible on her face, as she watched her caretaker stand over her with a similar expression in his eyes.
"All right," he laughed gently," time for bed."
"Awww!" protested the young child." Can't I stay up a bit more?"
"No," the older man laughed." you know you have a big day tomorrow."
The child pouted, her eyes widening slightly in attempt to sway his mind.
"The answer is still no." the older of the two said.
"Fine," the child pouted." but can you tell me a story?"
The brunette laughed, unable to help the joy and amusement the child caused within him.
"Okay, which book do you want me to read?" he laughed as he stood to go get the wanted book.
"None," the child shook her head." I want you to tell me one."
"Really?"
"Yep." the child declared.
He shook his head, a smile splaying on his lips as he thought of a similar blond who used to say such things.
"Okay, what type of story do you want?"
"A fairy-tale!"
Again he laughed, but then pondered for a moment on what fairy-tales he could tell the young child.
"Okay," he voiced to the child after silence hung for a while," how about I tell you the story of the brave soldier and the average man who hated each other at first, but then grew to love one another?"
"Yeah!" the child cheered, as she snuggled back on the overly stuffed bed.
He chuckled softly.
"Okay." he began," Once upon a time, there lived a very average man who..."