A/N: Okay, so this is my second MP story. I know this chapter is really short; I can assure you that chapters will get longer. This is a sort of introduction, so don't expect much action.
I have a very brief idea where this story is heading. I have a beginning and an ending, so it's sort of working out what exactly happens in between. O_o
Also I've written Mary and Bert so they don't age, so they haven't changed since 1910, as this fic is set years after...
Anyway, i'de like to thank everyone who reviewed 'Never been kissed'. They were so encouraging and lovely. Thank you :D
Disclaimer: I don't own Mary Poppins.
Prologue
1940 Nov 14th
The heavens are alive, bombs dropping like giant hailstones into the earth below. The enemy dips and turns, throwing it's anger and hate in violent fury, sending it plummeting into people's houses, factories, streets and fields. Flames lick and spread against the broken ruins and smoke lifts high into the air, covering the sky like a thick, sooty blanket. Innocent people lie dead and useless on the streets, others are fleeting to the safety of their handmade air raid shelters.
One man is standing tall on a crumbling rooftop, his forever-youthful hands clenched tightly into a fist. He remembers a time when his evenings were spent dancing into all hours of the night, when rooftops were sweeper's territory. He remembers back when his best friend had left, and his world crumbled and turned to dust. He remembers long before Germany had declared war on the world and Great Britain went up in smoke; and somewhere in all that he remembers when he stopped smiling.
He chooses to forget the memories and stop dreaming. He stops believing in magic and fun; and tries to ignore that fact that he doesn't, and will never, age a day over 29. He doesn't laugh, and he doesn't need to. He doesn't draw any more either; he doesn't do anything that will remind him of her.
Yet he will still wait for her. Nearly 30 years after their last encounter and he was still here waiting.
He foolishly latches on to that teensy bit of hope that she will return someday.
And now London is on fire, and it's burning fast.
What do you think? Should I continue? Please review :D
Next chapter: Mary's back O_o