Alright, so, I will admit that it's been a long time since I posted up a new story. Almost two years, to be exact. But, I've watched some recent movies, and I've found a lot of muse inside of me that I can't just let go to waste. So, I'm going to start this story, and I have no doubt in myself that I will finish it. So, here we go—here's the prologue. And, just so you guys know, I'm going to do my best to not have this as the typical Peter/OC story that is constantly being posted.
I never should have been considered to be someone special. I was born to a simple family, with a mother, father, and younger sister. I was rather plain in appearance, wasn't the bravest or strongest of girls, and I was constantly keeping to myself instead of throwing myself into one of the many social circles that surrounded me in my high school. I was never meant to be a great leader, or someone that could be of true importance.
So, if I wasn't all that exciting, then why had I been thrown into this fantasy world where I was most likely destined to die? Why was I being forced to help save a whole new world when I could barely save myself half the time? And why was I, of all people, in love with the most incredible person I've ever met, one that I don't even deserve. I doubt I'll ever have the answers to these questions, and I really don't want to know. All I know is this—if I am to die at this very second, at least I will be happier than I have ever been in my life. With that, I accept my death, and know for a fact that I wouldn't have it any other way.