Old fans who read the original I'm hoping you can see the improvement in this one as well as maybe enjoying this as you did in the past. New readers, no you don't need to read the original. Welcome to this story and I hope you enjoy reading this as much as my old readers/fans of the original.
Now, I rewrote this story because, I couldn't finish it. As much as I enjoyed writing it the first time that fire had extinguished. I enjoyed it, but as I look back, I know the story needed improvement in a few areas, hence the reason for this rewritten version. There is one more reason. I promised I would finish the story and I will.
Without further ado onward with the story and enjoy.
Prologue
Sitting up in bed I stare at the white ceiling, my hands clutched tightly on my book, a collection of fairytales written by my grandmother. My throat constricts as my eyes burn and my heart painfully twists inside out. A single drop of salty water slides down my pale cheeks.
It was my dream to have a fairytale, a happy ending. I always believed I would find my Prince Charming or knight in shining armor and I would be swept of my feet; something like Cinderella, or Snow White or any other Disney Princess, that perfect love story. However, I finally learned there is no perfect love story.
Growing up, I used to fuel my fantasies of my own happily ever after. I imagined my prince's appearance and the kind of man he would be. Heck, I got so carried away and caught up in the dream that I kissed frogs thinking they would turn into my Prince Charming/knight in shining armor. My dad ruined that as soon as he found out, informing me that they don't ever change because magic isn't real. Okay, so maybe frogs don't change but my dad was wrong about magic not being real.
With trembling lips, my watery eyes look down at the leather bound book with gold letterings used for the title. This was a gift, and my childhood. It made me believe in fairytales and happily ever after. This book has helped shaped me into the person I am by deluding me.
Memories of everything that has happened from almost a year ago flood through me, twisting my heart, ripping it to shreds. Glistening water streams down my cold cheeks as a strangled sob escapes through my throat.
"It's a lie! It's all a damn lie," I yell as I use what strength I have to throw the book across the room. It slams it into the wall then a loud thump echoes as it falls to the floor.
"Yume," says a trembling voice gaining my attention.
In the doorway stand my cousin and best friend. My cousin's face is etched with worry and shock while my best friend has bags under her eyes. A sob tears its way out as I look away from them unable to hold a gaze.
"It's a lie, fairytales don't come true," I mumble, staring down at my shaking hands. "There is no happy ending."
Reality is a cold hearted bitch.
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That's it for the rewritten version of the prologue. For my old readers, do you like this version better? Anyways, Masashi Kishimoto owns the Akatuski, however; they are my temporary play things. I do own my characters, which you will learn more about them as well as the plot. Please rate/review and thank you for reading. If you want you may check out my other stories. Now reviews are greatly loved and appreciated; until next Tuesday. ^.^