Disclaimer: YES! IT'S DONE! THE NEW FIRST CHAPTER OF MY STORY! Finally! The first six chapters sucked. I know it and you know it. So now here's the new prologue. AND BE SURE YOU READ THE AUTHOR'S NOTE AT THE BEGINNING!
Author's Note (MAKE SURE YOU READ THIS!): I want to make one thing clear
before I begin this story. It is unlike any other neopets story I've ever seen.
The plot focuses mainly around the HUMANS instead of the neopets. The neopets
are just there to add comic relief to the story when its necessary. The story
is much more serious than many other Neopets fanfics I have seen. Why do I
consider it to be so much different than the others?
Because if it's realism.
In real life heroes don't always come out on top. In some stories a hero can make any amount of mistakes he likes and get away with it. Because that's what he is...a hero. But in this story, the heroes aren't as lucky. Characters do DIE in this story, (although some are resurrected). And even if the heroes do succeed, they will have to go through countless trials of suffering and agony.
And that brings me to the point of the heroes' identities...
A 14-year old girl with a dark past of betrayal that even she doesn't know about... She is afraid to make contact with other people for fear of what they will think of her. Although she acts cheerful and optimistic around her friends, deep down inside she is very serious and solemn. She is very intelligent and has a gentle nature. She is very sensitive to criticism. But when she meets the boy she is shocked at his gloomy outlook on life.
And there is a 16-year old boy whose very life is one sad story. The kind of sad story that makes you cry out in the night with pity. And you wonder why such an awful thing happened to an innocent person who didn't deserve a bit of the pain he was given, but he got it anyway for no good reason. He has sealed himself up in an almost unbreakable shell from the world where his behavior dooms himself. He has been cursed in such a way that he cannot even take his own life. He has abandoned all attempts to understand himself.
But when he meets the girl, her sweet, gentle, optimistic, nature and her quick acceptance of him fascinates him. And somehow, someway...she breaks through his shell to reach the person inside himself...
Both are extremely afraid of being hurt.
Both are what most people would call unsuitable for being heroes of a story.
But in any case, they are the heroes.
Real life can be cruel, it doesn't care about happy endings, it doesn't care about fair or unfair. People get hurt, battles are lost, and evil often wins.
I just want to make that clear before I begin...
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The Legend Begins
The faerie could feel unbearable pain in her right shoulder as she held her bow out in front of her. The deed was done. The target had been struck. The string was still vibrating from her bleeding fingers drawing it back. Drops of blood from her right shoulder had trickled down her fingers and now stained the string
Had she done the right thing? Perhaps she should have killed him. She couldn't be sure he wouldn't return and unleash his evil on future generations. And if he ever got the jewel…
She collapsed to her knees and picked up the jewel. It sparkled in the
sunlight. How could this thing still shine so brightly after so much pain? Did
it know how many people died just because of its existence?
Hope filled her heart. Despite all the horrible things that had happened perhaps this jewel still had some good use left in it. Maybe she could use it to save herself. Maybe if she prayed hard enough her selfish wish would be granted and she alone would survive. Maybe…
She shook her head. No…she couldn't go on living after such betrayal. That lying son-of-a-bitch… How could she have ever seen good in those cold red eyes of his? How could she have eaten it all up when he had said he loved her? How could she?
"MOTHER!" A young voice cried. A young faerie that looked no older than 8 years old had dashed to her side and dropped to her knees beside her. The older faerie's eyes softened at the sight of her.
"My dear little daughter…" She though silently, "What will you do when I'm
gone?"
A boy who looked about 16 dashed to her side. Tears slid down his lightly
tanned cheeks. His eyes fell on the huge sword wound in her shoulder and the
tears began to fall as steadily as rain. "Oh no…" He choked, "Oh please God
no…"
She hated to be the cause of so much pain. She would've given anything to spare them this.
She began to mumble her last wishes to them. But blood had welled up inside her mouth making speech almost impossible.
"What's that?" The boy asked tearfully, "Speak slowly. Don't worry, you've got plenty of time." It was an open-faced lie. She had NO time left. She'd been stupid and now she was going to pay for it with her life.
She licked her lips, clearing some of the blood and making space for air. As she uttered her dying wish to them there faces wore a look of shock. Everything she said sounded so final. So solemn. So…
"NO!" The boy cried frantically. He
grasped her hands tightly as she fell onto her back. She could feel the
life-blood flowing from her body. She knew that by speaking she was only
accelerating her own death, but she had to offer him some comfort. It was the
only thing she could do…for him. She reached up and gently stroked his face.
"Cronos…" She gasped. "You must do this for me. Only then…will the people
accept you."
"I DON'T CARE ABOUT THEM!" Cronos
sobbed uncontrollably. "I NEED YOU FIONA! NO ONE ELSE!"
"I don't have much time left…" She whispered, "Please…promise you'll do this
for me. Just as Selene has promised to do what I asked of her."
The young faerie, known as Selene, nodded tearfully as she watched her mother
slipping closer and closer towards death.
"I can't do that Fiona…" Cronos whispered. He shook his head. "No one can ever take your place…you were always like a mother to me…"
"I'm not asking you to replace me. But the quest I'm giving you will give
new meaning to your life. The Chosen One…I will leave everything to her… Guard
her…promise me."
"…Yes." He whispered tearfully.
"Alright. I swear upon my life that I will find the Chosen One. I'll guard her
with my life!"
He stopped. He produced a small knife and made a tiny cut on his arm. He held up his arm showing the blood. "ON THIS BLOOD I SWEAR IT!"
She smiled weakly. Blood trickled from the left corner of her mouth. It traveled down the side of her face leaving behind a thin red line. "You still have your fighting spirit. And for that…I am glad. You were born to do this Cronos. Within every fiber of your being you are truly a warrior."
She sighed and stared up at the starry night sky above them. "And now…I die. But my soul won't have any peace… It will drift…bound to this world…until a girl with my own likeness is born…goodbye…"
With that, Fiona finally succumbed to the effects of her wound. Her eyes
slowly closed and her soul left its body.
Overcome with grief, Cronos began sobbing uncontrollably. He buried his face in
his right hand and cried uncontrollably. His left hand was still holding onto
Fiona's hand, as if he was somehow hoping that she would sit up, laugh, and say
it was just a joke.
"Cronos…" Selene said gently as she tried to pull Crono's hand free from
Fiona's, "Let go."
"No…" Cronos sniffed.
"Cronos…there's nothing you can do. It's over, she's gone…" Selene's voice trailed off as she spoke those final words. Her words were far too heavy, crushing themselves beneath their weight.
That night Fiona's body was about to be cremated. As they were about to set the body alight, Selene gave Crono's shoulder a gentle squeeze.
"Don't cry Cronos." She whispered, "My mother wouldn't have wanted an emotional outburst."
Cronos shook his head. "I won't shed a single tear. I'm only 16 but I've suffered seven lifetimes worth. Now that Fiona is dead…what good will emotions do me? I will never cry again. I have no more tears left."
True to his word, Cronos was silent during the entire ceremony. He didn't even whimper when Fiona's body was set alight. His face wore the same emotionless look the whole time.
And its been that way ever since.
