Hello everyone, thank you for coming to my humble story, you're patronage is greatly appreciated. This isn't really my first fanfic, but hopefully it will be the first one I finish. I've left a few reviews under the name "just another fox fan", or something like that, for those that noticed them.
The first chapter is really short, which is why I'm drawing out this author's note, but don't worry, the chapters will get longer as time goes on. Chapter one is just a short story I wrote in class, which is why it's so small.
I would really like to finish this story and have a happy ending. For that to happen, or at least to facilitate such an accomplishment, I need helpful, positively critical reviews. Flames will make me sad, and that will make me sad. And if I'm sad, everyone in my story is sad, for misery loves company. This story will go on without reviews, but it will go far slower, and will probably be less exciting. So please, even if you don't really have anything to say, just saying hi would be nice.
Anyway, the DISCLAIMER: I don't own Star Fox. If I did, I would be surrounded by thousands of Star Fox plushies, and I'm not. I do own this story, so don't use elements of it without my permission. I you want to use it, please just ask.
On with the story!

Star Fox: Memories

Chapter One

He sat next to the riverbank, letting the serene sounds of the water run through him. He was too exhausted, physically and mentally, to do anything more than just lie down on the soft grass, just under the shade of the overhanging tree branches. His shirt was torn and his jeans were stained, but the world was a gray fog to him, nothing visible to him but the world inside his head.

And right now that world was shattered, broken into a thousand shards, each needle-sharp and stabbing at his heart. He let out a painful sigh, letting the light, fragrant wind ruffle his fur. At least he knew what had destroyed his world. He hated it when things went wrong and he didn't know why. No, he knew exactly what had happened, forced to sit by while his entire reality was crushed by the one thing in the world that mattered to him.

When it first happened there was no pain, just numbness. That wasn't so bad. But then the feeling returned, the pain that had crippled him, the kind of pain that wracks your whole body until you want nothing more than to curl up and die. But of course you don't. You take the pain in stride, learn to deal with the dull ache in your chest that follows you around, plaguing your very existence.

Eventually you heal, and the pain goes away, but it never really does. It's always there, resting in the back of your mind, rising once in a while to remind you of the one thing you try will all of your might to forget, the face that brought your life crashing down around you while you fall farther and farther into despair.

But it's okay. Time will pass, you get used to it, and then you move on, to try again, and hope that this time it won't hurt, this time I won't get another scar, another painful memory.

But it's okay now. The wind feels nice, and if you try hard enough, the whole world just disappears. The gentle river sounds calm the mind, and everything is just fine.

So How was that? Thanks again for reading.