That's right! New fanfic with new fanmade characters! May have some references to my other one piece fanfic Forever to remember, but these characters are entirely of my own design. And another thing, I don't own One Piece or any of it's characters, just my OC's.

The setting in this chapter takes place many years ago, a little before the execution of Gol D. Roger, and way before the two year timeskip and everything.

In the house of a noble in the South blue...

* Smack!*

"You stupid girl! What did I tell you about your mother, she is never coming back!"

The little brown haired girl, holding her now swollen cheeck cowered in fear at the man, fearing what her 'father' would do to her next. The maids and servants that saw everything, though, did not come to the girl's aid, also fearing what their master would do to them if they did. He took another swig of his beer bottle as he thundered "Now get to damn bed or I'll drag you by the hair Brat!"

Without losing her chance, she stumbled to the safe confines of her room, locking the door behind her and sat there, holding her knees closely to her chest while listening to her father's rampage in the other room. I just wanted to see mommy. She thought as she held back the tears and whimpering that fought to be released. Only moments later, when her father finally stopped did someone knock at the door very lightly. "Miss Lisa, may I come in?" The familiar voice of the servant Joseph whispered.

She got up from her crouch position, unlocking the door and allowed the older man inside. One look at her red and pain stricken face, and Joseph was immediately cupping her face in a fatherly way, rubbing her cheek gently to soothe it "...I'm sorry Lisanna...I'm so sorry." He apologized as his face contorted to a sorrowful expression, pulling her into a comforting hug.

She wrapped her thin and tiny arms around his neck, saying "Don't apologize, it wasn't your fault."

He pulled away, a concerned look very visible on his face as he took one moment of thought. "...Lisanna, I will not stand to see you hurt any longer." He gave her a small knap sack as he finished "Pack what you need, You and I are leaving."

"But I can't leave mommy without saying goodbye?"

He smiled slightly, answering "Don't worry, we'll stop by to see her before we go for good."

Later that night...

Walking with Joseph while holding his hand, they slipped out of town successfully, soon afterward heading towards the town cemetary. Many graves were lined up, all signaling the location of each body, but they only went to one. The stone they stood in front of, looked just like the others, but to them, this one was special. On the stone tablet, these words were engraved. " Here lies Tozin Laura. A loving wife and a mother of one."

Lisanna knelt down to place a small handful a flowers next to it, standing back on her feet as she muttered silently to herself, knowing her mother would hear "Mommy, I'm finally gonna be free.

In a rundown town in the West blue...

The bustling town of Saragoza was as busy as any other day, with street merchants catering to any passerbyers with cash, and of course, chasing off any pickpockets and theives that tried to steal their merchandise. Most of them were able to get their hands on some of the products, some weren't so lucky in stealing successfully without getting a beating. This case could be said for a young indigo haired girl named Jackson D. Mai, an orphan without a home, but had a well known reputation for being all of the above.

On some days, she got lucky and stole something without recieving any painful reminders, but on days like these, it always ended up with a brutal beating whenever she got caught. When the punches were thrown and kicks were over, the men left her in the alleyway in a bloody and bruised mess. A little while of laying on the ground recovering and barely breathing, she sat up without a single cry of pain, getting to her feet and leaning on a nearby wall.

She began to treat her wounds, something she would always do when scenarios like that happened, and she had all the scars to prove it. Wincing from the pain, she wiped away the blood on her face and held her breath as she picked off the pebbles that were stuck in the scraps on her hands. One after another, she carefully took out each and every one until it was finally free from any rocks.

But she wasn't free from the constant reminders on her body that meant many things. She was all alone, no one would help her, and above all, she wasn't strong enough to protect herself, just because she was a little girl. She grit her teeth in frustration at this, clenching her bloodied fists. Someday, I will get stronger. So strong, I won't need anyone to help me, and so strong; that I'll never be hurt ever again...ever.

Somewhere in the North Blue...

"Mother, what's this?"

A dusty gold haired woman turned to her platinum locked daughter, who held a large crystal ball in her dainty hands. She smiled as she took the orb carefully out of the girl's grasp "This my dear, is a crystal ball. And it is a very delicate object." She replied, placing it on the small embroidered pillow on the table in front of her.

The girl plopped herself on the seat across from it, pointing at it curiously "What's it do?"

Almost happy to answer, the mother who was known as a gypsy ran a finger against the smooth surface of the clear crystal. "If people know how to use it, they can sometimes see a vague image of another person's future."

"Can you look into my future?" The little girl asked cheerfully.

Her mother chuckled lightly at her daughter's innocent inquisitiveness, and said "Probably, but I don't think I should."

"...Why not?"

The gypsy took her daughter's hands, caressing them lovingly "Because Rin, this ball only shows you a small fragment, not your entire future. It was made to give you a glimpse, but the path you choose in life is entirely up to you."

The girl known as Rin gave it some thought, before replying "So, I have to find my own destiny?"

Her mother nodded. "Then one day, I'll find my destiny." Rin declared triumphantly