¤Academy Fabulari ¤
''I need not know when this journey ends, only why I'm traveling it.'' – EchizenRyomaLover
A/N: I dedicate this chapter to EchizenRyomaLover, for it was her quote that gave birth to this story.*^_^*
Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis.
~Chapter One: Amidst the Snow~
It was snowing.
Amidst the snow covered land, a raven haired boy stumbled as he trudged through the knee deep snow. He fell in a soft thud, his head engulfed by the thick layers of white. He struggled to pull his head above the ground, but as soon as he managed to snag a little air, his badly bruised arms gave way and he fell into the snow once more.
Can't breathe……
The boy's face flushed although the cold had long numbed his skin. He dug into the snow around his face and shoved them by the side, an effort to make space for him to breathe. However, the tiny spaces he created were quickly filled up by the falling snow. He could feel his breath getting shallower, and his brain throbbed in pain as the freezing ice hung onto his hair. His eyes melted into a beautiful golden color; however it was for no one to see it as they were under the snow. The warmth of his tears slowly melted the coldness. He bent his knees now deep in the snow to borrow more energy from the ground, and finally, his head resurfaced from the icy whiteness. With all his energy, he flipped to his side and landed on his back, hungrily gasping for the cold air.
Golden, watery eyes stared up at the gray skies. His lithe body looked even more fragile under the over-sized clothing, and even more so as he curled himself and hugged to his knees to keep warm. His raven hair stuck to his porcelain skin, contrasting the color of his hair to his incredibly white skin.
The boy was ethereal.
A brown haired man seemed to form from the mist. He knelt down by the side of the boy, and carefully lifted the boy's head onto his knees. Golden eyes pierced into his own.
"You are Echizen Ryoma, right?"He asked.
The boy nodded, still not removing his eyes from the man.
"Well then," the man pulled Ryoma up until he stood on his own feet once more, "Welcome to Academy Fabulari."
The young boy tore his gaze away from the man, and his roaming eyes finally landed on the ancient castle looming in the distance. The five year old turned to the man again.
"My name is Miyano Shi," the man met the eyes of Ryoma, and smiled.
He ruffled the raven hair of the boy, who winced slightly at the sudden force,
"Let's hope that you graduate alive."
Snow continued to fell.
~To be Continued~