Forte:The Wandering Soul
A MegaMan StarForce FF
By Raima K.
Prolouge
When one thinks to theirself,they often get the wrong idea.
This wasn't a wrong was a lie......A lie that had to be said carefully,so the one it's being told to belives it.
My Life is a lie......
It was a gloomy night.A 12 year old boy sat in a phone booth.How did I end up here?
What happens after this?Will I get killed?Adopted?
"Only I know." The voice echoed through his head.
"Who was that?"
"Who?What.I am Forte...The Wandering Soul......I drift through human body after body....searching for the one.....the one...that completes me....You are.....the one....."
"Then how do you know I'm the one?"
"I am half a soul.I search for people with souls broken........into halves.....your the only one...I picked you....."
"Then can I ask you this?"
"Your desire is my job....Your questions answers lie within me......ask away...."
"What is...my name?I have had to go through life,not knowing my name....It saddens me...."
"Your name is among the millions of stars,not even I know......so I will name you.....Forte...like me......"
"I need to find a way to live.I live on the streets,salvaging whatever I can........I barely find enough to survive....."
"The answers to all your questions are with me.....What you need...is a guardian.....go to Treble is a man who will keep you,feed you,and protect you.......he lives in the first house on the left......you shall go....." Thunder flashed...and then....rain.....not like wet rain,or elemental rain....but rain of sorrow....but it only lasted a few seconds....it was pierced by the
joy of a full moon.
A door opens,and a warm feeling flys out from the room inside.
"Hm?What's this?An homeless orphaned boy?Come in,Come in!" As Forte walks through the door,he sees the man that brought him inside.
"Welcome to my isn't it,Right?My names Willy.I'm a Doctor,but most people say i'm more of a mad one it is,that does not drive me to be A Foster Father."
"So,what is your name?It is not an accident that you stumbled onto my front door on a night like ,not at all."
Quite the talkative one,Isn't he?
"My name is Forte." Then,a loud noise,like a cross in between a wolf howl and a dog's friendly bark rang through the to long after that,a huge dog that goes up to Forte's knees
bounded into the room.
"Ah,it appears Gospel likes the first stranger he's met that he ,if you want to live here,fine by we need to get you some new out and tattered clothes do not suit you. Good thing I have a set of spare clothes left over from the last one I wore them for some never told me why."