Author's Note; Hey guys! Thank you to anyone of you lovelies that happened across this. This is my first fanfiction story that I've decided to make and post in a long while. YEARS even. Unfortunately I had to take a step back from writing, but I sincerely hope that my writing strikes your fancy and that you enjoy it! Reviews would be nice, I'd love to hear your feedback, as it's always very encouraging. I'll admit I'm a little nervous to be starting back up again.

Also! Review and let me know who would you like this OC to end up with? I can't quite decide between Chase, Gill, or Wizard. Your vote might just encourage the outcome! ;]

P.s ~ I know this is short and vague, but I promise to you that the upcoming chapters will most definitely be filled with much more!

No Place Like Home - Prologue

Home.

To some, that might be a familiar word. A comforting word, that brings warmth to you whenever your mind might happen to wander across it.

To me, I had no idea what it meant. No idea what it included, or how it even felt.

Home.

The word spun in my mind, haunting me to my very core.

This was suppose to be my second chance. My new life, as they had told me.

Though I saw no second chance.

I had just recently been released from the hospital, recovering remarkably well from a coma that everyone feared would be the end of me.

Though the downside was I had no home.

No family, no friends, not even memories to comfort me.

I remember standing there, entranced by the glittering of the blue sea in front of me.

I watched for what must have been hours as the boats rose and fell with the waves, my eyes dancing between that and the water crashing up against the shoreline.

The entire time I never once moved from my spot.

I'm sure some part of my mind may have noticed the brewing sky, even perhaps the darkening sea. Though with how powerless I felt, I did nothing to cover for safety.

I hardly registered the increasing rain, as it pelted against my skin like needles, soaking me. Did I ever shiver?

I was so lost in my own head.

I recall this day so vividly in my mind. My inability to do anything, to think of anything else besides that one word. Home. Why couldn't you stop taunting me? That was the only thing I could ask of myself.

Pascal, a now close friend of mine, was the one who had brought me to safety. He noticed me standing there long before the storm began to rage.

It was only until the rain fell down fully, and the wind howled around me viciously did he clamber out of his boat and rush to me.

I remember the way he looked at me. His blue eyes not judging, yet filled with concern and worry that I could yet have comprehended. He had grasped my shoulders, and having to yell over the wind asked me what I was doing.

He asked me why don't I head home where it would be safe and warm.

I couldn't answer.

My eyes were trained on his up until that question, when I broke contact and looked back towards the sea.

Part of my mind wondered that day about falling in and sinking to the bottom. If it wasn't for Pascal, I probably would have.

He somehow knew I had no where to go though thinking about it now it must have been obvious, and despite the fact I was a random stranger he invited me into his boat- his own home.

He offered me shelter selflessly, and took me to a place where I found my second chance.

This is where my journey truly began.

It began on a day where I had nothing left, nothing to offer, and nothing to be. The worst day of my life, as of yet. The darkest. It began then, when an opportunity opened itself up to me and I accepted.

It all begins with the first step after all.