'And I believe this may call for a proper introduction, and well
Don't you see, I'm the narrator, and this is just the prologue?'
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It was a dark and stormy night…
Wait!
That's not right.
While it was night when their story began as do all stories about things that go bump in the night, the clear sky and it's twinkling stars and complete lack of thunderous clouds should have been a warning sign to Gajeel that things would not go as he'd planned.
How did the phrase go?
'The best-laid plans of monsters and men often go awry.' In the years to come Gajeel would shake his head at the youthful naivety that brought him to her, the eagerness to prove himself, but we're getting ahead of ourselves.
Let's try this again.
Once upon a time…
Nope still not right.
There was definitely a time, 11:45pm to be perfectly exact, on the first Sunday of September, though why Levy could remember that and not what year would be beyond both of their comprehension. The two of them would only be able to recall the year after minutes of calculations and hours of bickering.
Maybe Levy could remember the time best because she had spent the last twenty minutes staring at the clock before her prince alarming gave her the biggest scare of her young life.
Or maybe it was because it was at that precise moment that their lives forever intertwined and set them on a course towards an ever after where they were never seen or heard from again.
Fairy tale. Scary story. Their story is neither, and yet, both, at the same time.
A.N.: You guys have no idea how excited I am for this story! I've literally been plotting it out for months. However the actual writing I just started, so I apologize in advance for slow updates, if they happen.