I've lost inspiration for my Kingdom Hearts fic. So, in hope that I will be able to write more of it later, I'm going to get rid of this new plot bunny.
Enjoy!
Chapter 1: My dear listeners, it's a pleasure to meet you.
Life is unfair. They always tell you that, but you never figure that it's more than just not getting the toys you want. Just look at me. There have been so many times when I wanted to die but never could. But now that I finally have my life back, now that I finally have something to live for, I will be killed.
Why am I going to die, you may ask? Well my dear listeners, I will die because I got involved in something that I shouldn't have.
I discovered the Wizarding World in a time of War. Or should I say, they discovered me. I was the variable, the wildcard, that neither side expected and neither wanted the other to obtain.
I've spent the past year being used and manipulated by an old headmaster and a psycopath with a face like a snake. I went to school, met a Chosen One, ran away, and went galivanting all across Europe.
I saw Paris from the top of the Eiffel Tower, ran through forgotten catacombs under the ancient city of Rome, I was chased by Werewolves, attacked by Giants, and had Wizards attempt to murder me. Both Deatheaters and members of the Order of the Phoenix.
How am I going to die, you may ask? Well my dear listeners, I will die on the wrong end of a wooden stick these Wizards call a wand. My life will snuffed out by a bright green light and-
What? What do you mean you want to hear more of my story? You want more details? So you would have me spend the last few minutes of my life giving you every detail I can remember of my story? Well, I suppose I might as well. I mean, I need to tell someone about this and you, my dear listeners, are the only people present other than the Deatheater about to take my life.
The only question now is where to start this story. I could start it when my mother and sister died and my father stopped looking at me. Or I could start the day I received the Millenium Ring, and with it, the cruelest, most evil spirit to have ever once lived. I could begin the day I met Yugi and realized that there was more to the Millenium Items than my Ring and the evil spirit inhabiting it.
But no. I choose to start a week and a half after the Battle city tournament, the day I came back to England.
Pay close attention, my dear listeners, for I doubt that I will get another chance to tell you my story.
PROLOUGE!!
What do you think? Hate it? Love it? Something in between? Please tell me.