I was bored when a sudden idea hit me in the face and I just couldn't resist it. To the readers of my other fanfiction story Finding You Again, I'm sorry. This was an idea for a story I just couldn't pass up. I probably won't be writing much for that story, not that I was really on top of putting out chapters anyways. But well, whatever! Hear hear for writing and good fun!
Letha Smith was living a small life on a small island, or at least she was supposed to be. Well that plan was shot, and all because of a pirate named Jewelry Bonney. Yeah, thanks Bonney. ...Can you turn me back to normal now? Based on Howl's Moving Castle.
Introductions Anyone?
The name Letha means forgettable. I would know, I looked it up. Combined with the last name Smith... well, that just defines my existence doesn't it? That's my name: Letha Smith, and it suits me-a forgettable person- perfectly. Except for the smithy part. I'm not a smith or anything like that- but I am a florist. I take care of my family's flower shop on the small island of Primavera, located somewhere in the Grand Line.
You see, my life is already planned out. Being the oldest child of three, I am to inherit the flower shop. At a young age, I was already brainwashed into thinking "I'm the next shop owner whether I like it or not." Any other dreams I may have had would've been quickly stepped on and sprayed with weed killer, so I learned that there wasn't any point in day dreaming of what could be, and I didn't mind it at all. At the age of six, I was trained to run the flower shop. At the age of twelve, I was informed about my future husband, whom I will marry at the exact age of twenty-one. At the age of eighteen, my siblings left to seek their fortunes. And finally, at the age of twenty, I was put in charge of the flower shop for what would be the rest of my life.
As you can see, the person called Letha Smith is incredibly boring and forgettable. Very few people can remember me. I don't even bother saying hello to people I know. Rude? Well, they usually just pass right by me anyways and I'd end up only greeting air. People don't remember me, that's just a fact.
So why the long monologue you may ask, and I'll tell you why.
I, Letha Smith, messed up real bad; and it all started with a devil fruit or two. How bad? Well, bad enough to be forced on a journey to find an evil witch and suffer the whims of a polar bear loving pirate. Just...great.