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This is my very first fanfiction.

I'm sorry for the wrong grammars.

Warning: Slow/ Very slow update...

The Doll Maker: Prologue

Forty years ago, there lived a peaceful village where everyone who lived there always laughed together. In that village lived a family who always helped everyone in need. Everyone loved them because of their kindness. The members of that family were of a woman with beautiful, waist-length teal hair, porcelain skin and azure eyes; a man with brown hair and emerald eyes and, lastly, a young boy with short teal hair, porcelain skin and azure eyes. You could say that the young boy got them from his beautiful mother. The people from the village described the young boy as an innocent; his azure eyes resembled the sky itself and he was well-mannered and kind. The young boy was even described as a doll because of his appearance: innocent, azure eyes, porcelain skin and a cute face. Of course, almost anyone would mistake him as a doll.

The family was content with their life even though they were not rich and only had a average life. They are happy by just having each other everyday. Eating breakfast together, doing chores together- with a little play sometimes- then helping those who needed help. On occasion, they even gave away presents and toys to the children. They were known as doll makers, after all. They sometimes even made the doll from the person's features, but only if the customer wanted it. When they had free time, they taught their son how to make the dolls. Seeing the boy so eager learn made them even happier. Their happiness grew as the little boy learned, little by little, how to make one himself. With each new doll, he would show his work to them with a bright smile, warming their hearts. Just being in each other's presence gave them warmth and happiness- they couldn't ask for more.

That is...

Until an incident happened.

One day, a group of bandits launched an attack against the village. They moved from house to house, taking all of their things, killing everyone and then setting each one on fire. The people in the village tried to escape, taking their children and leaving their homes and things behind. The parents of the boy that time were returning from small trip and were shocked to see their village on fire. Horrified, the doll makers rushed to their house, hiding from the bandits as they tried to find their son. They called and called out to him as they searched every corner of the house. Finally, they found him... but he was already dead. The boy had tried to fight, but failed. Now, he was swimming in a pool of his own blood, bruises covering his wrists and arms and a large stab wound in his chest.

The mother cried out as he took the boy in her arms and hugged him tightly. Tears streamed down her face as he clung to the boy. The father, after catching sight of his son's corpse, fell to his knees in despair. Their son was dead and gone forever. They would never see his warm and bright smile again.

They felt their colorful life break to pieces.

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After the bandits' attack and the fires died, the villagers returned to their homes. Burned houses, lifeless bodies; it was a nightmare. They arranged the bodies as the others tried to find their missing family members. Crying and mourning was heard everywhere, but what made their hearts break even more was the death of the doll makers' son. The mother kept on mourning for her son. Even though she knew that her late son would never return to life, she refused to leave his side.

Suddenly one villager called out to the doll makers.

The father turned to face the villager and asked what was wrong. The villager said that he and his friends had found something and thought that they should give it them. The villager was reluctant at first, since he didn't know if he should give it back to them. Noticing the villager's hesitance, the mother quieted down and ask what the item was. The villager hesitated for a moment longer before he called out to a few other villagers to bring the item. As she waited, the mother got up and hugged her husband tightly; the latter comforted his wife in return. As the villagers returned, the mother gasped loudly, while the father's eyes were widen, when they caught the glimpse of the item they brought them.

It was a life-sized doll with the features of their own son.

The villagers gently put the life-sized doll down in front of the couple and backed away. They villager from before started explaining that the doll was found by their tree and was miraculously saved from the fire. He also said that he fear that might make things worse, seeing that the woman was already grieving for the loss of her son.

The mother slowly walked closer to the doll and knelt down to her knees. Raising her hands, she gently caressed the doll's face before she teared up again and hugged the doll. The father walked closer and also knelt down. Hugging both his wife and the doll, even the father cried. The very scene made the villagers' hearts sink and ache for the two.

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Several years had passed and the lives of the villagers had started going back to normal. Loved ones were buried and both houses and peace had been rebuilt. When the news that the gang of bandits had been killed by soldiers came, it made them feel relieved to know that they wouldn't get attacked again.

Meanwhile, the doll makers had also started restarted their business and returning to their daily life. Their lives were generally the same; they had breakfast, did chores, helped everyone in need and made dolls to sell and for the other children. Despite the normalcy, there were a lot of changes to their lives.

One evening, the couple had finished eating their dinner and washing the dishes. The mother went to their room, opening the door and smiling. There, by the bed, was the life-sized doll. Sitting beside the doll, she raised her hand and caressed the doll's cheek lovingly. She told her son that he should go to sleep now, since it's bad to stay late. Laying him down, she gently ruffled his teal hair before she joined him. The father leaning against the door frame, watching his wife interact with the doll.

A sad smile formed on his lips. His wife had change ever since their son was killed. Their last remembrance was the life-sized doll that they had made for their son's birthday. He could still remember it very clearly. His wife and he had worked hard to make the life-sized doll and had presented it as a surprise gift to their son. The boy was really surprised to find a life-sized doll that looked exactly like him. He could still remember the look on his son's face as the boy hugged it, beaming brightly and declaring that he now had a twin brother.

But now... all of that was only a memory.

The man snapped out of his daze when he heard his wife calling him. He smiled and approached their bed, laying down on the other side. His wife smiled warmly at him and leaned closer. He leaned closer as well, kissing his wife's forehead then the doll's forehead, saying good night to his wife and his son before going to sleep.

Unknown to them, the doll's eyes shined for a few seconds before the light disappeared.