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BunnyxGirl speaking: So, after reading basically all of the fanfics here, I've finally decided to write one of my own. I've had this written since January and I wanted to make sure I'm able to be fully committed to this story before I posted it. I have written basically 50% of the story thus far and have all the idea and plots in my head how I want everything to go, so all I have to do is finish the last 50% of the story.
I will try to post up the chapters of what I have written so far after I find a beta to proofread things. If there are any available betas that are willing to help me out here, please don't hesitate to message me since I'm not a great writer xD. My goal is to update at least once every two weeks or less.
And so here is my story. I would appreciate any kind of reviews, good or bad. Please. It would motivate me in knowing that there are people out there reading this. Any improvements I should work on or things you would suggest me to include ;P
(1) Erusea: Formerly known as Western Mid-CHilda; a land West of Frozen Time.
(2) Alsteim: Formerly known as Southern Mid-Childa, a region once unexplored now completely discovered and rich with resources.
It was known that whoever stepped foot on that frozen ground never returned. Wherever you turned, there was no life but miles of snow. Random blizzards would emerge blinding your sight and sense of direction.
Frozen Time
People from neighboring lands called it by that name.
It was a cold and ruthless place; a place one would avoid approaching, though brave souls would venture into the land, for them like everyone else had heard of a legend that a monster with incomparable beauty that appeared everlasting. One who claimed this monster could attain power to conquer anywhere they wished and pride oneself in ever winning such a beauty. However, never had a single soul reached their destination.
The land was too vast. It was for this, that many souls were lost; no one ever came back alive. There were anecdotes that inside lived creatures to keep away those who crossed into the land. And after many years pass, there were even less brave individuals who would dare to cross the threshold into the land until it became a silent passing. No more were people there to seek this monster and no more did they remember the power they could have been granted. As days silently pass, it only became a myth.
Only…
Always and forever wasn't the word that described the land. Only select few of the neighboring lands knew the history behind the land. It hadn't always been desolate or cold nor was the land always known as the Frozen Time.
The land was given the name Frozen Time about 350 years ago following the previous land's disappearance. Before, it had always been a green land full of life. A land believed to be protected and blessed by a goddess. To outsiders, it was seen as a joyful place to live. The land named Mid-Childa, was prosperous since the beginning of time.
Nonetheless, no one in neighboring lands knew the truth behind this goddess. The shrine where the goddess was known to live as she protected the land was a prison for her. It was built to keep her captive. It was a building not to keep others out, but to keep her in; to protect the civilians from her powers or so the citizens of Mid-Childa thought. In truth, she was a caged bird, a servant to her own powers.
Neighboring lands had no clue of the dangers that lurked around her. She was feared by her own villagers, yet outsiders saw her as an object of infatuation. Wanting to gain possession of this goddess, there were countless wars so that their lands could prosper. Although, even with numerous attempts in trying to gain this goddess, those dared near her were killed instantly by an unknown force.
If people knew what destiny lied behind the shrine, where this goddess was locked away, had they known of the truth of this goddess, no one would had dared to try and steal her away. To outside people, she was a goddess…
To the people of Mid-Childa, she was a monster.
Yes.
She was a curse.
People referred to her as a monster hiding under a beautiful mask.
Then for what reason was she kept in a shrine and not cast away or killed? It was for the same reason many tried to claim her. If one could control her then they could bring about destruction to anyone who dared to attack them. She was a valuable possession, yet soon they would learn of their own mistake. She would come to be their own abomination that brought the same destruction to those who tried to possess her.
Erusea
Graceful steps belonging to a young maiden advanced down the busy foreign street of Erusea while casting elegant glances to her left and right.
Many stands were set out advertising their delicious goods and beautiful ornaments. Men and women of all age and sizes shopped and bargained for materials. Smiles and anger, shouts and laughter, activity and life, they were all seen along the road. It appeared to the maiden that the place was no different from her home town and she gently smiled to the thought. Although, along her path there were still sights that never failed to upset her as it did back home. A frown elegantly marred on the maiden's beautiful face as she witnessed loss of hope, misery and hunger lurking in dark corners.
She wished to feed them and spare them some money, but she had left most of her money at the inn she was staying at and only brought enough with her to favor one person and she could not show one person favor when dozens in her path seemed eager for saving. She would be flocked for mercy and it would be devastating knowing she had nothing on her to help. Nothing could be done. It was the same everywhere. No matter where she went, one could not prevent poverty. It was a dire sight that disturbed the poor young maiden and she couldn't help but feel guilt as she continued on her way.
Every so often, she would cast far off stares into the distance onto a specific white mountain. It was so close, yet seemed unreachable. She had traveled far in order to gain possible information about the place and had heard of Erusea that had relevant history.
Her footsteps came to a halt reading a sign hanging from a roof a few feet ahead of her.
Strikers.
It was an eye catching sign, one that caught her attention. She ambled over gently tucking golden strands of hair behind her ear. Getting closer, she could see it was a restaurant, one that had tables outside and in. Wooden doors were slid wide open and people were able to easily enter inside. She decided on going in, but paused seeing how it was filled with many customers and stuck to a table outside.
It didn't seem to pass her notice the many eyes fixated on her, ones that were seated in the restaurant and those who passed by the town. They were dazed with her complexion and rare beauty. Her golden hair, tied at the bottom with a black ribbon, shimmered brilliantly and rivaled that of the magnificent sun. Her pale and smooth skin looked like refined silk under her black and purple flower patterned kimono.
She sat polished with a poised and sophisticated posture, no indications of any blemishes or with any imperfection; an indication of one of cultured upbringing. Nevertheless what really caught everyone's breath was those uniquely colored, yet beautiful pair of crimson irises. From an outsider's perspective she looked as though she belonged to a high class and was of importance, but none could fathom what had driven such a person out to a middle-classed restaurant.
Those crimson orbs, unaware of the constant shy stares and whispered murmurs, looked to the sky in front of her and at the same tall, white mountain she had been constantly watching. She felt consequently attracted to it. It was such a majestic mountain that spoke of hidden wonders and intrigued her how such a mountain covered in snow existed near such a warm area.
Her attention to the mountain was short lived when a shadow obscured her view and purple locks fell in front of her vision. The waitress came up to her to take her order. Crimson eyes looked up into green ones and smiled. Hunger was far from her mind as only the mountain interested her. However, out of manner she ordered a simple meal, but mostly since she wanted to find someone who could give her more information to her questions.
There wasn't the slightest idea in her why she chose such an area, but she needed to start somewhere and it seemed that this restaurant held some sort of clue for her. It did afterall seem to be a restaurant that was famous enough to be busy and bringing in many foreign customers that brought in many tales. Although there was a little nagging in the back of her mind that pulled her to the name.
When her order came out and the waitress began to put her meal down, the golden haired decided to speak up. "Excuse me miss."
Green eyes looked to her customer. The waitress softened her look and waited for the blonde to continue. She seemed to like hearing the blonde's voice, soft and melodic originating from those small yet pink luscious lips.
Her black sleeve lifted as a pale hand appeared pointing out to the distance. "Do you happen to know of that mountain?"
The waitress looked to where the golden haired beauty pointed and soon lifted a slender brow. "Are you not from around here, miss?"
Shaking her head, the golden haired smiled sweetly. "If this were about 400 years ago, then I would say I am from around, but as some of the lands have diverged, I would say I am not. I come from Alsteim (2)."
"Ah yes, once part of Mid-Childa as Erusea formerly was. Well you have travelled far miss." The waitress smiled, her green eyes twinkling with curiosity. "I'm sorry to be saying, but why is a beautiful lady as you so far out and curious of a mountain? Surely you are not alone on your voyage and have strong male to help you on your way? A lady as you should not be traveling alone."
Grinning, the young blonde tucked strands of hair behind her ear. She could see that the waitress was an interesting person. One who showed respect to a noble for business, but could be seen not to care for titles. Those green mischievous eyes seemed dynamic and spirited, ones that held much insight and she felt that she could get answers from her.
"I have indeed travelled far, but I am in need of no companion on this long journey. I shall not burden my curiosities to a man who will deem it not fit as you say, for a 'lady'."
"Ah yes, I know of such things. A well brought up lady must never be allowed to travel alone on one of her escapades." Her eyes held mirth as she was bordering a line of losing formalities, like she herself knew what she was talking about. "It is a good thing that miss seems to be able to handle things herself. A bird cannot gain freedom without taking a risk of leaping off the nest"
The blonde could clearly see that the waitress was not entirely who she seemed. Perhaps she was once a noble herself, but left for her own reasons the blonde did not know. The waitress did indeed have a dignified air and that of the tongue, but hidden slightly to the common speech that only nobles might be able to pick up.
The blonde eyed her closely trying to unravel the waitress' secrets, but the purple haired spoke her out of her reverie.
"So miss, you have yet to answer why you are curious of that mountain." Green eyes turned grave which contrasted her previous joie de vivre.
Not taken aback by the sudden change of tone and intense look, the blonde spoke in an equal powerful voice. "It is in search of a mysterious power that I have heard inhabits near here, except I am not sure exactly where to go. All I know is that they say it is a land of snow. Would you happen to know if it is the land of that mountain?"
The waitress gasped and frowned, her brows creasing closer together. "Miss, you must not go near there! Have you not heard of the stories? Creatures inhabit the land. Brave men have lost their lives trying to gain this power you are in search of. What does a lady as you need of such a thing?"
Her crimson eyes darkened for a moment before quickly looking down at her food hiding the slip of the mask. This gesture unfortunately for the blonde didn't go unnoticed by the waitress, but green eyes allowed for the momentary crack and kept her gaze in place waiting for the blonde to reply.
Soon she shook her head and looked back up "I'm sorry, I have my reasons I cannot explain… But would you be willing to tell me what I am in search of? I have been led by people to one place to another without their full knowledge of the account. If you know something, will you please share it with me?"
The waitress held an intense gaze, but the golden haired didn't falter under them as her own held just as much determination, with yet a softer hue. A moment of silence between the two was accompanied with background voices.
Soon a sigh escaped the waitress. "There is a saying that a monster… no, a demon lives there. She is a beautiful demon who grants power to anyone who claims her, but so far, none has been able to reach her."
"Then is this a myth? How have people heard of such a thing if no one has even reached there?"
"I'm not sure if it is a myth or not, but Erusea knows of the small tale of that place. It is passed down from mother to child to teach them of the consequences of selfish behavior… Perhaps, because the land has no current inhabitants, our mothers wished to scare us with the story and to keep us away from there." She chuckled before looking intently at the mountain. "…But, actually, they don't know of the full tale."
"Do you know?" The blonde felt like she was on the tip of her toes and anxiously awaiting the answers she sought, but her outer appearance was calm and her tone composed with no hidden rush.
The waitress nodded and closed her eyes briefly before her gaze looked afar. "My ancestor was known to have a connection to this account that it has been recorded, so I know the legend better than anyone on this land even if I think the story is a little farfetched… A very selfish emperor caused the end of that place."
"The end of the land? I am guessing if you say ancestor, this is not recent. What happened?"
The purple-haired puckered her lips and placed her hands on her hips. "The story is very long." With a finger, she pointed it up in a stern warning. "This is simply a word of advice, dreadful things comes to those with selfish desires. Do you still wish to listen to this story?"
"If it seeks me out, I will await my punishment." Crimson eyes didn't dither. "I will not hesitate." Awaiting eyes pleaded silently. She needed to get her answers.
The waitress sighed and nodded. "Perhaps, I can tell you."
Eyes brightened with a shimmer and the blonde was about to speak when the waitress spoke again.
"But you will have to wait until it isn't that busy. Even though I may be the owner, I don't have extra pair of hands to help me. Do you still wish to wait?"
"Owner? You are very young to hold such a prosperous restaurant." Surprise was evident, but soon the blonde looked away from green eyes, regretting her choice of words. "I'm sorry; I didn't mean to be rude."
The waitress laughed and shook her head. "It is no problem. I take it as a compliment. So miss will you still wish to wait?"
Crimson eyes looked back to piercing emerald ones and smiled. She nodded in affirmation. "Yes. I can even help you."
"Oh, no. Just wait here. I do not make my customers work."
"Please, I insist." She was half up getting ready to stand when the other spoke.
"Your hands are as silk. I do not wish to dirty them."
She blushed as she hid her hands under her sleeves, but knew the waitress was only saying it so that she wouldn't worry about helping out. "I can help."
"The only way I will tell you the story is if you wait." The waitress smiled at the blonde who slowly sat back down reluctantly. "It shouldn't take long hopefully."
After waiting, the young woman returned to the golden beauty that was lost in thought as she stared into the mountain. The waitress perceived in confusion as the blonde appeared as though she yearned for it. Curiousness for the blonde grew, nevertheless decided from pressing questions to her.
Joining the blonde's table, the sound of the stool being occupied across from her pulled her attention to her opposite. Smiling simply, she properly sat accordingly, ready to listen.
"Before we start, shall we introduce ourselves?" The waitress asked.
"Oh…I'm sorry…" She looked down, avoiding those curious green orbs. "But I can't really share my name…" A guilty expression appeared on her features.
"Interesting. Miss, you are making me curious by the minute. A mysterious maiden." Her piercing eyes stared into those crimson eyes that seemed unfazed under her gaze. Her lips curled into a smile and shrugged, not minding. "Very well, it does not matter really. It is nice to meet you either way. I am Maura Nakajima."
She cleared her throat and before she began, she stared at the mountain to prepare herself of the story. As fast as the sadness flashed before her green eyes, the story seemed to come alive to her.
"The story I am about to tell you is not a happy story. I will tell you now that it is very tragic… This takes place about 350 years ago."
Crimson eyes widened, dumbstruck, at how far ago the legend was passed down. If it had been that far, then surely, she thought, there could be accounts of things that were twisted around, but she held silent.
Green irises closed remembering the tale and soon reappeared beginning the story that had been passed down her generation.
350 years ago.
A pair of blue eyes widened as a priestess saw a comet falling. Those same pair of eyes soon glossed over losing focus of the night sky. A swirl of pictures flashed before her vision where the moon appeared closer to earth and was dark red in color. Eight dark stars lined up around the moon and two large bright stars appeared above and below it, while a comet fell in front of the moon appearing to cut it in half.
"Did you see it again?"
The priestess' eyes refocused and she closed them, nodding before quietly speaking. "Mid-Childa has finally brought forth the new life."
In a noble's home, a baby girl was born with the death of her mother. Having brought nine months in her mother's womb, she never had the chance of experiencing the warmth of her mother's love. It was the first sign of loss.
The infant opened her puffy eyes and soon violet irises appeared from closed eyelids. Tears soon fell from the corner of her eyes as loud wails erupted from her tiny lips. The father devastated with the loss of his wife, placed his newborn daughter in the care of a guardian whom quickly wrapped the baby in a warm baby blanket.
A young boy and girl, siblings to the baby watched their sister being taken away as the young brother saw those tiny hands wailing about in the air. He felt tempted to go over and hug her to coax that small mind to ease, yet was frozen in place. They watched her being taken away from the main house and into one of the far branching wings.
With each passing year, the infant grew up with no parent figure. However, no sadness seemed to burden her or it was that if there was any lurking sadness, it didn't seem to be apparent. If it was so, she did a good job concealing it. It became a life where she was accustomed to not knowing who her father was, but sometimes when her siblings came to visit and play with her, they would sometimes speak of their father and she would listen to their tales of him.
He was a great man. Respected and honored. He was a high noble and royal guard who was under the care of the previous emperor of Mid-Childa. However he soon retired from working at the palace as a royal guard after the previous emperor's death. As a noble he would still often be called to the palace, but no longer as a royal guard. Instead, he taught new officers the way of the sword so they could be part of the emperor's army.
The girl enjoyed the stories of her father where he had defeated this many, protected that many people and also times when he risked his life for the previous emperor. Her eyes gleamed with pride knowing her father was a renowned man. Those were times when she would imagine how he was pictured and wished she could know him.
When finally she became seven, the girl grew mischievous. Her mother deceased and her father absent in her life, she hungered for attention and love. Only the guardian would once in awhile reprimand her of her wrong choices, lectures which she came to enjoy. It wasn't that she liked to be scolded, but it was the closest parental discipline she managed to get. It was her guardian who she grew up to be close to, a mother figure that would take care of her. Still, no matter how much she craved for love, she suppressed her desires feeling as though she was unwanted.
"Nanoha-sama, please come down from there!" From below a tall tree, a short pinked haired guardian looked up worriedly and in horror. "You'll get hurt!"
A small head popped out from below the leaves, and two auburn pig tails appeared with amused violet eyes. She grinned and grabbed the branch, hanging down loosely before jumping down. The guardian covered her eyes afraid that she might have hurt herself.
"Did I scare you Schach-san?" Nanoha brightly smiled as she walked up to her and pulled on the long sleeve of the kimono to gain her attention. "I'm alright though!"
Schach removed her hands slowly from her face revealing pink eyes that looked down at the small nine year old girl. She sighed in relief and brushed her hand back on her short pink hair before smiling back at her. "Nanoha-sama, your teacher will be here soon. We must get ready for your studies."
Nanoha puffed her cheeks out and nodded. She grabbed a hold of the outstretched hand and both walked back into the house. When it mattered, Nanoha was well behaved, obediently listening and studying. She was a good and intelligent student, because she was told that father's loved smart kids.
The sun was setting and her teacher had finally left.
She closed her book when her studies ended and looking down, she slowly traced her hand over the cover and sighed. Had it been dozens, hundreds, or maybe a thousand? She couldn't remember the start of her studies and how many books she went through, all for the sake of her father in hope of his favor.
Schach entered the room. "Nanoha-sama, lunch will be ready soon." She paused when she saw her young master spaced out and came to kneel beside her.
Feeling another presence and without pealing her gaze away from the book her hand was placed upon, she spoke. "Schach-san, when do you think father will meet me?"
Schach's lips were pressed into a fine line and she closed her eyes in sadness taking a deep breath.
There was a time when Nanoha was four years old when she had a glimpse of him. It was only once had she ever seen him; a view of his face from far away.
She held onto Schach's hand and had taken a walk near the main house because Schach had felt that she deserved the right to see her own father's face. She had said she would take Nanoha if she promised to not go near him or speak out to him. Of course she had promised, any chance she could get to see her own father she would be willing even if she didn't know the reason.
They stood quietly behind a tree and Schach pointed out to Nanoha's father. She watched him from afar. A quick glimpse was all she needed and she softly smiled. His features were soft and sharply outlined. She could tell he was a handsome man.
After seeing him for the first time, she had tried to secretly see him, but to no avail. He was never around, but mostly at the palace. It wasn't until she turned five that she stopped trying. All due to a few gossips inside her own home. That was when everything changed and Schach wondered what progressed the beginning of Nanoha's open personality to one of being secretive.
Despite being young, Nanoha understood why her father didn't want to see her. When she was five, she had overheard some maids talking about her birth and the cause of her mother's death. That was the start when she quietly blamed herself and felt that was the reason her father hated her and she felt no right to try and seek him.
One morning, while still wallowing in the maids words, she had snuck out of her house. It was too unbearable for her to be in a place she felt unwanted. Her tiny feet took her out upon the town for the first time and the busy street quickly confused her, compelling her to cry further. There were too many people that she never knew existed and she felt lost in such a vast area.
She quickly ran to the outskirts of the town and came upon a stream. It was quiet and serene. It was the perfect place to relax and forget about everything. Her mind and body felt less tense and she came to sit down by the stream's ledge overlooking her reflection. She began to think her life was like that. Just like the reflection in the stream that was indistinct and without sharp outlines.
She didn't know what it was, but even for a five year old, she had felt something off about her life. The way people in the manor looked at her, how everyone tip-toed around the real reason why her father avoided her, the reason why her siblings could only see her when they snuck away, and why she was never allowed outside her home.
Everything was hazy. It made her wish her life could be like a picture on a canvas, perfect with each stroke of the brush to get the paint on the fabric. Completely spelled out for her like a seed having one goal to sprout into one a beautiful flower; a life she would know better so that she could control the helpless feelings she was harboring.
A few moments into sitting and daydreaming, her ears adjusted to what she thought was her imagination but soon made out to be soft humming that came off not too far in the distance along the stream. Her sadness quickly elapsed, Nanoha got up and followed down the path of the stream until the humming became lucid to her ears. Her vision soon fell upon beautiful golden hair swaying in the wind, tied in two pigtails. It was a young girl her age.
The young girl was sitting down just as she had done previously. Just this time, this girl was splashing the water with her bare legs revealed by her pulled up kimono. She felt a presence and in her peripheral vision, she could see someone walking closer to her and her humming halted.
Nanoha saw the young girl turning her head facing her and smiled. When she was about four feet away, she saw the unique pair of magnificent red eyes. Nanoha became intrigued and couldn't help but speak out, shyness not known to her nature.
"You have beautiful eyes. How did you get them so red?"
"I-I don't know." It was a quiet yet soft reply. Wariness was evident in her tone. "Who are you?"
Without hesitance she spoke. "Takamachi Nanoha!" She clearly spoke with a smile, placing a hand on her chest. "What's yours?"
"T-Testarossa Fate."
She giggled hearing the even more unique name and skipped closer plopping down next to the blonde who flinched upon surprise. "Fate-chan!" She giggled some more. "You're name is funny."
The young girl darted her crimson gaze to the stream and squirmed uncomfortably, feeling a little saddened upon that remark.
"But it's pretty and unique just like your eyes!"
Her eyes widened and she looked back to Nanoha who was grinning widely. She couldn't help but smile back to the young girl. "I-I think Nanoha is a pretty name too."
"Really?" She asked still grinning proudly.
"Yes."
Then, soon Nanoha peeled her gaze away from Fate and looked at the stream sadly. "I heard my mommy gave me the name."
"My mommy too." Fate said confused to the sudden change of expression.
"Is your mom in heaven too?"
"Heaven?"
"Schach-san told me my mom is in heaven… So I don't have a mommy." Nanoha replied sadly.
"…What happened?"
She looked at her hands, fidgeting with her fingers and kicking her feet nervously. "I don't know, but I heard people say at the manor that it was my fault she died."
Crimson eyes widened with confusion and alarm. "It's your fault your mommy died?"
Nanoha nodded. "That's why my daddy doesn't like me anymore."
Fate gasped and stood up causing Nanoha to look up in surprise. "My daddy loves me a lot!" A blush became evident with the sudden outburst she gave. She was surprised by her own actions and softly added on while nervously sitting back down, "I'm sure your daddy loves you too."
"…"
"If my daddy didn't like me anymore I would be very sad. My mommy told me to study a lot at home while my daddy is gone so that he will love me a lot more. So you should study too. He will love you more!" Crimson eyes sparkled, plastering a confident smile.
Nanoha returned the smile. Determination etched on her face as she pushed herself up. Pulling the blonde up into a tight embrace and shouted, surprising the other. "Really? Then I'll study lots and lots so that my daddy will love me too!"
"Uhn!" The blonde brightly smiled and nodded. She was glad that she was able to cheer the other one up.
Nanoha was propelled to return home after receiving advice from her new friend. Whatever methods she could do to get her father's attention, she was willing to do anything.
When the young girl had returned, she was reprimanded greatly by Schach for disappearing and for nearly giving her a heart attack. She apologized dearly, but with slight giddiness that wasn't understood by her guardian.
Her studies began shortly after she was five and being told from Fate that her father would love her if she studied, she began to study hard, educating herself well because she had believed if she did, her father would come and meet her.
The question Nanoha had asked Schach pained her. The girl was already nine and still her father had never visited her once. Quietly and softly, she hugged her young master. "Nanoha-sama, do not worry. He will one day come to meet you."
"I'm so lonely…" She whispered as tears escaped and bringing her small hands to grab the front of Scach's kimono. "Why did mother leave me alone? Why did I kill her?"
Pink eyes widened in shock. This was the first time her young master had ever spoken of her mother to her and never had she known what she thought in that little head of hers. Pulling her back, she looked deep into violet eyes. "Nanoha-sama! You mustn't blame yourself! Why do you think you are the cause of her death?"
Nanoha looked away from those flabbergasted eyes. "Everyone said it was because of me she died."
"It was nobody's fault. She was ill and always had a weak body. She knew what would happen. You must not blame yourself. You did not kill her. Do not believe everything you hear Nanoha-sama... I will tell you now, but know that people will talk… There will be many things that will hurt you, but you must know that you are not alone." She spoke quickly and fast, trying dearly to reassure the young girl's mind of her worries.
"… How am I not alone when I feel so lonely?"
Nanoha had spoken so quietly that Schach had to strain her ears to catch all the words.
"Nanoha-sama… If you close your eyes, those who are dear to you, they will appear even if they are gone. Let them be your strength and hope." She embraced the young girl and sadly smiled. "Nanoha-sama, who can you see if you close your eyes? Who are dear to you?"
"Dear to me?"
"Yes. The people you love."
Closing her eyes, she tried to picture the faces of those who she held dear. "I see brother Kyoya, sister Miyuki Schach-san is with me too." Schach smiled at this and quietly waited for her to continue. "I see my friends and… I can see father and… and even though I have never met mother, I feel as though I can see her."
Schach nodded as Nanoha opened her eyes. "Please do not forget that we will always be in your heart as long as you do not forget them. You are never alone, please remember."
A/N: Soooo that was the first chapter! 11 pages xD... This will be a pretty long story xD Hope you can stick with me and review please! I'd appreciate any criticisms and suggestions.
Again as I mentioned above, I need a beta please! :)