I wish I owned Apollo Justice. But I don't.
I'm running. There's a woman in the distance, she's singing, and she's sitting on a rock by a pond. She reminds me of a goddess.
I'm crying while I'm running through this forest. Regardless of how tired I feel, I continue to run.
The woman finally looks up, and her face is pained. I keep running and I finally reach her, but I'm about five feet away. The wind ruffles the wild grasses by the pond along with the weeping willows and swirls around leaves as well as the woman's lovely brown hair.
I stare at her, her eyes captivating and I keep panting. She looks sad and then she stops singing. She stands up to leave.
"No...," I manage to say. "Don't go."
She hasn't heard me. She jumps gracefully down off the rock and runs into the forest, away.
I take off running again...
But I know I will never catch up.
A/N: This is a prolouge. I promise it'll get good. Or, I'll attempt and fail miserably. Take your pick.