Yo! Roanna in the HIZZOUSE! Well about after the hunt... I lost it! NO! I didn't lose my train of thought or anything like that. I actually lost it. It was written in my notebook and now I must search for it. I shall continue though! Once I find it (grumble. Grumble...) So this is a fanfiction that I thought of while talking to a friend. Warning! It's going to be really sad and serious. But I think it's good. Tres Dramatique! So please read and review. Disclaimer: I don't own the 39 clues.
This is not a Fairytale.
In Fairytales, everyone lives happily ever after.
In Fairytales, no one sheds a tear.
In Fairytales, only bad people die. The Good people live forever. No Troubles. No Problems.
If you are seeking a story like this, stop reading right now! Go home and read Cinderella or Sleeping Beauty, for this story is not for you. If you wish for a story that is true to real life, Hurrah for you. Life is not perfect. Innocent people die everyday.
Life is not a Fairytale.
But the Grimn Brothers have gotten one thing right though.
Love Conquers All.
Not the love that most people experience, but the kind of love that is powerful enough to travel through distance and time. Strong enough to overcome death. A love like this is very powerful indeed.
It is also very rare.
There are billions of people in the world, only one of them is your other half.
But it's real.
No, this is not a Fairytale.
This is story about life and death. But above all,
It's a story about love.
With these words, I begin my tale. And the only beginning suiting for a story is
Once Apon A Time...
