Wassup ya'll! I am here yet again to write another fanfic for you, the freeloading idiots…err I mean lovely readers, can enjoy! I give to thou the story, I Found You. Enjoy! You ought to since I'm slaving over this… Read and Review. PLEASE I'M BEGGING!!!!!!!
Prologue
Dearest Diary,
How long has it been? 3 years? 4? 5? No. Longer. So much longer. 7 to be exact. 7 whole years of agony, and pain, and suffering. The love of my life. The oh so beautiful woman of my world. The cinnamon to my French toast. The spice of this boiling pot of stew we call my life. How I miss her so… She was taken. Stolen as a matter of fact. Stolen, kidnapped even, by the worst villain known to every mortal. Death is thy name, stealing thy game. Thou hath stolen my most prized possession. My friend, my lover, my wife-to-be. Her life taken by an attack to the very vessel in which love, and life, is held most dear. I saw it all. She clutched her heart in bitter pain, and doubled over and died in my arms… OH CURSE IT ALL! WHAT IS THE POINT OF LIVING!? If the very essence of your life has died? How can you live, if you are dead emotionally? A bitter soul trapped within the boundaries of this accursed thing we call a body? Holding us back with what we really want to do… Sadness, despair, THE HUMILAITY OF IT ALL, OH HOW I WISH TO DIE AND BE BURIED BESIDE MY LOVE! And yet……………………………… I live.
Sincerely,
Mantua Mushbell.
Dear diary,
The light of my world. A brightening smile that can cheer up a million people at a time. A loving personality. A woman of pure delight and sweetness. And an aspiring cook, a good one too if I might add. She was my world, and I was hers perhaps. A nice person and a real sucker for children. Her good points. She never really had bad ones. She was so understanding. Always a good listener. Cautious yet brave. She had one fear though. Water. Her mortal enemy. She wouldn't go anywhere near water higher than a bathtub. And yet, ironically, she died in water .Even though 10 years has passed, I still remember that faithful day. A boat, a boat. A boat our parents took us on. Our destination? Yoshi's Island. Everything was going smoothly. Of course she was scared but who wouldn't be? Our happy little vacation turned into a disaster, no a catastrophe. A huge tidal wave, at least a hundred feet high capsized the boat. Mom and Dad sank to the bottom. They died instantly. I stayed afloat and eventually drifted to safety. But she, a good person with huge hopes and dreams and a bright future, must have died. She couldn't swim. It's impossible that she stayed alive. I already accepted the worst when I came ashore. I cried so much. My friend. My best friend. My sister, my only sibling… Drowned and died at sea…
Sincerely,
Toad Shroom.
Author's note: Sorry it's so short! I'll do better! Remember to review!