To Be or Not to Be...What Was the Question?
A One Piece fic by Lady and the Pyress
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Prologue
Quote of the day-
"If you walk through a town,
people will stare at you.
You may look normal but you'll still be looked at.
The world is a judging place.
The world is a hateful place.
No one cares at all..."
-Unknown-
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I'm falling...
There's no other way to explain it...
I feel like I'm floating and falling...
Is that even possible?
It's dark here, and I don't know where I am...
What happened to me?...
Where am I?...
Ferocious curling waves crashed furiously against the black sanded beach, trying to pull its victim back into the water's cold, unloving embrace. A battered and drenched girl lies gravely on the soft black sand, looking for all the world like a gothic corpse. Her skin was ashen, her lips were blue from the cold, and her thick disheveled black hair was blowing in the icy wind. The girl twitched slightly as she felt the icy drops stinging against her pale face. She let out a loud moan that was drowned out by the wind then sat up slowly. Rubbing her eyes a little, she tried to gather her wits and open her eyes.
She was afraid to.
Eventually she opened her eyes, wary of the wind, and looked around in wide eyed amazement. At first all she could see was the black sand and thunderous waves on her left. She let out a small cry and leapt away from the waves that were hovering ominously above her. She ran to her right, trying to get as far away as possible from the water. She yelped suddenly when her black boot connected with grass, sending her toppling unceremoniously onto the cold, wet ground. She groaned again and sat up, rubbing her gloved hand over a bump on the back of her head. She looked around again, noting that she was now in what looked like an overgrown tropical ghost town. There were very few old wooden buildings still standing, most had caved in or had been burnt down. She got up and wandered through the eerie little place and into the first rather stable building she could find. It was unexpectedly warm inside the little building, but the most unexpected thing was the beautiful black haired woman sleeping beside a fire.
It's been three years since Calandra wound up on the seemingly deserted island and met Pyra. She still has no idea where she is or how she got there, but she doesn't mind so much. While the island may look frightening with its black beach, and tall dark rainforest, it was really very beautiful in its own majestic, Tim Burton kind of way. Calandra and Pyra have spent the three years getting to know each other and are practically joined-at-the-hip sisters.