Born again, a Monkey D Wyvern Story

by Brothers-Grimm-Fairy-tales

(Rated M for violence) Luffy gave up a long time ago, even since the first of his crew fell he lost something in him. So when the sea finally decided to claim the ever lasting second pirate king from the world, he didn't fight. Thinking he finally died but then woke up newly named as Monkey D. Wyvern, Garp the Fists second son what could go wrong? (slight AcexMarco in here as well)

1. Chapter 1

PLEASE READ. A couple reviews have talked about where the idea for this came from, yes, this isn't my original idea and there are a few others that are written about the same topic, but the original idea for this piece was from a prompt post, and the author of that idea wrote a story about it, and I liked the idea. But yes I have gotten inspiration from the other ones but I am 100% adding my own ideas and different ways at which I want the story to go. If you want to see where the prompt came from look up, monkey d Wyvern and look for the tumblr post by min-min-minnie. So I hope that clears things up. (There are even pictures of what they think the characters would look like they're really cute and I recommend looking it up) Also look up the author's story, by rikojasmine.

I always wondered what it was like to die. Ever since Ace had died 43 years ago and everyone else around me slowly leaving the world I always asked myself this question. It didn't hurt at least not as much as I thought it would, but still. One way to describe it would be slowly swallowed up by darkness. Warm and yet somehow bright and cheery for something so dark. I was heading back to some of my older cremates' graves when I was attacked. Not by marines or another pirate group but by a storm. If Nami was still here she would've laughed her ass off about how stupid and unprepared I was for the storm. Years of fighting, living, and breathing giving me all the experience I could ever need wasn't enough, in the New World storms like this were normal but when the equipment and supplies needed aren't there you're a dead man. Not even all of my crazy devil's luck didn't get me out of this one.

The water was cold, that's for damn sure. I welcomed the cold though, I was happy the pirate king would be the own sea and waters he claimed to have owned and ruled. Not that I ever really wanted to rule anything, just be free, not like many of the moronic pirates that seem to pop up out of nowhere understand any of that.

Finally, the pirate king was being claimed by death, the sea, and the water all around.

News coo dropped off the newspaper the next day reading 'PIRATE KING MONKEY D. LUFFY DISAPPEARS IN NEW WORLD STORM NEVER TO BE SEEN AGAIN'

Many people around the world had never mourned as long and as hard as they had that day, the day their beloved captain, friend, lover, son, and brother… had died alone.