So guess who it is? Probably your least favourite author. Anyways, I wanted to write what I think would happen if Creed and Train were teleported to a new dimmension. (I know, cliched). A place where some things futuristic, modern, and old happen. This time I will try not to cut if off like I did with 'Why My House'. It's just I realized the plot was really messy, and no one was giving me the energy to fix it. Well anyways, I accept any review, even if it is critique.
DISCLAIMER!: I am writing this fanfic knowing that I own my brain, but not the manga or anime. If you think I still own it, then that is random.
He began rowing the boat, not knowing where he was going. The only thing he knew was that it was the wrong way. After every movement of his arm, pain tore at his very being. Letting out loud rasps for air he knew he was at his limit. If for only once things could go my way, then I would love life. Everything is horrid. Things... just weren't how they should be-
-morning-
The soft hum of the fan let her know what time it was. She stretched further into her blankets, knowing exactly what to expect. "Lady Regan! It's high-time you got out of that bed of yours!" It was her 'faithful' servent, Roseline. The girl let out a soft grunt to show her displeasure at the demand, only causing the plump women to gasp, "How very un-lady like of you! Don't you know your manners, my lady?," Her servant let out a days worth of frusteration, as if verbal punishment would bring the young princess to her senses. 'Same old, same old'. She thought as the women next to her was turning blue from all of her preaching. She was always awoken to the gentle breeze of her fan, the chockingly sweet scent of Roseline's perfume. Why was everyday the same? Couldn't something happen?
The sturdy wooden door of her room was thrust open, revealing her family's most trusted herald, blue in the face "My Lady! Dreadful news, the castle! It's surrounded by a mysterious fog! When we tried-" Feeling the rush of adrenaline at the mention of the news, Regan jolted up, not caring about what else the herald had to say. The princess gritted her teeth as she lounged forward. Hopping out of her bed against her servant's and herald's dissaproving protests. Something different was actually happening? As she raced down the halls past her guards, she felt as if she had sprouted a pair of wings, and was about to take of. Away from her castle. Away from her past.
So what do you guys think? I am trying my best to write this, so please leave me suggestions on things you think I can improve on. I will try to make the future chapters better.