Chapter 1: Shattered glass ball
A/N Rewrites are a good time for a writer like myself to go back and reflect. I've come to realize something from this.
I suck. I more than suck. I fail. And I can't have failure out there floating around cyber space. I also feel bad about how unfinished this story is. So although it won't be my top priority (Mary-sue and my Marty-stu are on the top ;) . So here is the MUCH better version. FRR 2.0.
DISCLAIMER:I own a Real story, but not this anime. So yeah…
A young raven haired women walks across the brush. Her cheeks streaked with last shed tears. She sobs, hunched over herself, shaking like she was suffering from hyperaemia. Judging from the low temperatures this very well may have been true. It was close to snow and the world was full of the twilight frost. It was making the forest seem magical and enchanted. Sadly, it was now more than a bit chilly because of this. It didn't help matters much that she was most certainly not dressed for her midnight stroll.
The crying woman was only covered with a short, pelted, forest green skirt that ended above the knee paired with a matching school top, sailor style. She was with out shoes but had on a pair of green soccer socks. Though this outfit seemed more suited for a teenaged school girl the woman appeared to be well into her early twenties.
In an attempt to lower herself down she reached for the ground but only ended up down on her knees, shacking and nearly in the fetal position. However, despite all this she seemed not capable of crying. She looked spent from the day.
Over time the sobbing stopped and the shacking went down. She stayed just like that and in fifteen minutes (judging from her facial changes) seemed to be reliving a memory. After wards she just fell over, plopping down on her side. Being so drained she went right to sleep, ever in such an a awkward and dangerous position.
Sunlight falling down over her, creating an angelic view, forced her to wake. She moving up slowly and the sight was laughable. Her hair was mussed and she could barley crack open her eyes. She had sticks attached to her clothes and lost in her hair. One may even have laugh at such a sight. But let me tell you know, this was very serious.
In fact, to understand this, you must see one more point of view. No, one must view every point of view, to understand, the end of our tale.
Author's corner:
Ash: First chapter was done by me, but parts will be written by a co-author. Now I, Marik Ishtar, command you to review!
Marik Ishtar: I do?