Author's Note: Hullo all :D The original title to this was "And Dusk Fell" but that just seems too.. cliche. So I've changed it to "Soggy Donut" because that was the first random thing off the top of my head... now, I'm rambling. The story can be found on my story livejournal account valencialunae (what? that was not a shameless plug :O)
A work in progress.
Tips are appreciated and criticism makes me sad unless it's worded in a really, really vague way.
So, without further ado...
Soggy Donut
Prologue
By Lady Selket
A LOT OF people tend to think that they always get the worst of everything that happens to be going on at that time. How could they think any different? After all if something bad happens to them they simply cannot process well enough that other people went through the same exact thing: or a different, worse thing. So most people pay little heed to other's problems; and if they do it is only for a short while before they secretly stop caring but perpetually give the facade of a concerned friend.
And few people can tell the difference between reality and what they think reality is. In fact... "a few" would not be an exaggeration. Out of the billions of people less than ten really know what's going on. The chances that you know one of them? Slim to none. Chances that you know someone who may later become one of them? Greater, but still unlikely.
But nothing is impossible; as life so loves proving again and again to one unfortunate group of friends. Companions, mates, chums, Marauders up until the very end.
They thought everything worthwhile would last forever; that once they had it they would always have it and never tire of it. Their carefree days would be innumerable, too wide to measure-- taller than any mountain! Greater than any story ever told. How could they think anything else? Of course, their lives were great ones-- shining amongst others.
Even then though, there were others. Others that were or were not affected by them, others that shaped them or shaped by them, others that were just as important as them: Just as ignorant.
Those others go on, undeserved... untold of, not remembered save for their families who tell bits and pieces of their lives by word of mouth.
But the Marauders...
...Now theirs is a tale that went down in history itself.
Lady Selket: So. That was the prologue, and the first chapter should be uploaded Wednesday or Thursday at the latest. I'll try not to slack off- please review :D It gives me that warm fuzzy feeling.P
And warm fuzzy feeling means actual plot! Or. Semblance of one anyway.