Authors Note: I would first like to mention that this story was inspired

by the Korean manwa artist's, "Bride of the Water God."

I highly recommend you check out the story it can

easily be read on line. It's filled with unbelievable artwork

that's like heaven to your eyes and a lovely, interesting story.

I defiantly wanted to mention this because I don't

Want to come across as a plot thief.

Of course I am not entirely copying the story,

It is merely the roots to my plot tree.

I hope you enjoy reading my One Piece fan-fic

- Chiyasa

~*Prologue*~

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The world was endlessly white and bright like a freshly clean dish. It was so light in fact that she thought she would go blind from the glistening atmosphere. With a dry mouth and parched lips she coughed out,

And then she shut her eyes again and drifted back to sleep.

...

Her lips had been painted a deep pink from the dye of various berries. Her painted lips did not open no matter what. She refused to let herself speak as she listened to others voices speak of her as if she were an item and not a living, breathing human being with a heart and mind. Well broken heart that is, and an unmotivated mind.

A woman in her mid thirties did her best not to make eye contact as she lined the speechless young girl's big green-brown eyes. Then she began to blend a creamy eye shadow on her eye lids, gradually she also blended deep greens and browns and even bright oranges where the eyelid indents do bring out her already gorgeous face in a stunning way.

In utter silence the girl opened her eyes once the makeup was done being applied.

"You are indeed beautiful, Chiyo." The women said to her.

"Get out." Chiyo replied.

The other women nodded and left the room without hesitation, leaving the young girl alone to look at her with penetrating eyes in the mirror. She made a mock expression and in a sarcastic tone as rich as dark chocolate imitated the words of her people, and she did not miss a beat.

"You're so lucky Chiyo, you have been chosen for a greater purpose."

"You're the fairest in the land after all, so there is not a better person for this great honor then you."

"You can save all of us and appease those on the Holy Land."

Then she paused, and forced herself not to cry, otherwise that woman would have to redo her makeup, a long drawn out process that was excruciatingly boring. Chiyo continued talking to herself,

"But what you really mean is that because I'm pretty I need to give up my life for all of us so your precious crops can grow, your woman can be fertile, your wars can stop, and the rain can start to fall."

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It's of importance that you should know that Chiyo's story began before the world on Earth as we know it came to be, eons and eons ago when the planet was ruled by thousands of Gods each standing for their own purpose. People depended of these Gods for everything imaginable that you could need to live. Of course this was before the planet was the hot ball of magma Scientists claim we were and also before the Gods broke out in all out war over wanting to become a monotheistic society and having one God with all power. That is how most governments fall in the end anyway a change of power sparks up and everything goes to hell.

Eventually down on earth planet life died out, but things gradually began a new when evolution took its course, but that was of course way after Chiyo's time. She and her people lived on a lush green earth and everything was handed to them as long as they appeased their Gods and Goddesses in the Holy Land that resided in the clouds. Everything was handed to them at a price that is.

The Gods expected gifts, loyalty, and worship. Statues were erected in their honor and the occasional sacrifice was made in order to accept the mortal's prayers. They were vain creatures up in heaven. Like celebrities they wanted to be praised and the wanted to shine brightest. However not all of the Gods acted this way, but you should note that many of them did.

It had been seven years since the last human offering and the Gods who craved such events were growing impatient and punishing the people on earth by making life very hard for them. People were reluctant to sacrifice, but after years of hot dry weather, fighting for resources and women or the child dying during the birthing process, people finally gave in and decided that they would offer up the most beautiful young girl in all of the land. And that is why, like a flower from a meadow they plucked fifteen year old Chiyo away from her living days.

Her mother who refused to look at her when she had apologized, just outright had bawled and hid in the crook of Chiyo's father's neck. The man's dark and narrow eyes had been as cold as a dead fish. He had never wanted her in his household. Chiyo knew this just by looking at herself. Her hair was like liquid gold in the sun, and her eyes sparked with a bright green-brown color that practically said, "I am the child of another man, your wife's a cheater."

It was no secret he resented her simply for existing. She's felt it her whole entire life. She was only fifteen but in her short lifespan he'd done everything in his power to make her miserable. And considering he was her father, he could rule over her like a king. Unlike the other boys and girls he kept her at home and schooled her there instead of letting her socialize. Anything she did was not good enough, and anything she said should have never been said at all in his opinion. And as for her mother, the poor woman couldn't do anything.

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Chiyo after her hair had been pinned up, was dressed in a fine white gown that fanned out from her bodice as well as her ridiculously long sleeves. The dress flowed opened as well in the front exposing just above her knees. The damn thing also had a train in the back, and despite its elaborate silky beauty she felt like she was walking in her own prison cell.

A girl who barely made the five foot mark should not be wearing something so long and heavy, but there was nothing she could do.

The ceremony began when Chiyo's father placed a crown of flowers on her head, a sign that meant he was giving her away. For the first time they made eye contact and when she thought she finally saw some shame in his cold eyes, she sneered at him. That was the last real expression she made, because most of the day was a blur as she was marched by her people, no her traitors.

The sparkle in her eyes had seemed to disappear as they all surrounded her in an organized square formation. Priests and Shamans chanted. Young and old men played roaring drums. Women played rattles. Young boys and girls scattered flower petals joyfully without even the littlest of idea of what was about to happen.

She was lead into a small hut where the highest of all shamans lived. The women's silver hair was to the floor. Only the whites of her eyes shown, one of the prices for being given the gift of the five senses, the difference was everything she experienced was in the holy land here on earth she could only speak.

Chiyo paid no mind, to the ancient women, whose age was at least an eon. The women did not speak either. There was nothing to say to the chosen young girl.

It was shiny and silver… the blade the ancient one dipped in blessed water.

The blade was placed in Chiyo's hand. The young girl knew what to do. There was no turning back. She hoped she would have a place for herself in the next world. Yes maybe there she would have a true home.

In her final moment she filled her lungs with air.

Her last breathe was the deepest one she ever took.

She raised the blade right between her breasts.

When she stabbed her own heart, the god of sympathy gave her a gift.

let her die instantly.

The last thing Chiyo heard was a female voice whispering to her,

"Welcome to Marijoa, the place your people call the Holy Land."

As an aspiring writer I humbly ask

for a review. I want to improve, and

just hearing the thoughts of people who bothered

read this would make me really happy :)

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I promise it gets more interesting,

and humorous on a much lighter exciting

note then this part of the story. I

started it out this way because I know

I can't sugarcoat it.

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Let Chiyo's story begin!

I hope you will join me for chapter one. "The Matchmaker."

You'll being seeing a lot of familiar faces from the story of One Piece ;)