[Umm, hello :D You can call me Dreamy or whatever strikes your fancy. This is my first serious fanfiction that I'm really set on finishing (actually my first fanfiction. Period.) So I would really appreciate it if you took a wild chance and gave reading it a try. It's a LawOC One Piece story. This chapter is basically a prologue for the OC. I would be eternally grateful to you if you took the time to review and maybe offered some constructive criticism. I don't mind flames as long as you have a reason to do so. Like I said, this is just a really short prologue. If you want to wait to gauge how I write before I review, you don't have to wait long but I would love it if you reviewed or PM'ed me anyway :D Hope you enjoy my short but hopefully awesome start to what will definitely be a fun ride xD]
[Trust me, this fic gets better. At the very least, read until Chapter 5. I swear, you won't be diappointed.]
A Second Glance
Chapter 1
Prologue
Martha Dobbin was not a kind woman, nor was she generous by any sense of the word. She was a Prale Priestess of the highest order and she would usually not have been caught dead holding an infant. Yet, against all logic, there she was, clutching a baby to her bosom as she hastily walked home under the veil the evening shadows provided. The circumstances that led to her having to take care of a child - of a vile product of wrongful and sinful relations between a man and a woman - were neither noble nor selfless.
The real world hardly ever lived up to the romantic fantasies concocted by innocent minds.
In the real world, people did everything they could to satisfy their greed. Such was the case with Martha. The child was merely a tool to get her what she desired - invincibility - and all she had to do was make the baby - a girl - love her. Surely that wouldn't be too great an obstacle. But that would have to come later. Right now, there stood a more immediate concern.
How was she to rear a girl in her home without arousing suspicion? It had seemed Martha had forgotten a vital piece of her plan. She almost lost the nerve to carry out her plan when her eyes fell on it - the basement door. Perfect.
No one would even think of looking for a child in there. Why would they suspect she had a child in the first place when there would be no trace of it found above ground?
When Martha closed the door that led to the basement that night, she had done more than just turn a key in the lock. She had changed the course of
destiny.
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