I know, I know, I've started tons of stories. This one will be before another story of mine, Roger's Heir. They kind of connect… Happy reading, everyone!

Prologue

Sitting by the side street, Delia was cold, cold and hungry. Her parents, own parents kicked her out after they ran out of food for her. Now, alone, sitting on the side street, Delia felt as if the end of the world had came.

Slowly, she dragged her legs out of her. 'I'm getting something to eat,' she decided and stood up. Staggering onto the street, Delia ran head first into the path of a flying carriage. She froze, unable to move out of its way.

The carriage was now closer. The driver yelled for her to get out of the way and tried to stop the carriage at the same time. Delia still froze in fear, stared at the lead stallion. She was beautiful, a really lovely horse. She was not sure what had happened, but suddenly, the running, terror-strucked horse was calm, and it stopped the whole carriage from crashing into Delia.

The stallion walked out of the pack, toward Delia, she held out a hand for it to rub in. Instead, it chose to nudge her shoulder. Delia, awed by the animal, didn't notice that a young man stood behind her, awed by her ability.

He coughed. Twirling around to face the stranger, she saw that he was about three to five years older than her and he was surprisingly handsome.

"Um, I was wondering how you changed Saria so that she is very…gentle." His last word sounded very wrong in his mouth.

"I don't know, I have no idea." Delia replied, she was starting to feel a heavy headache kicking in.

"Oh well, she was not usually that gentle. Not to anyone." He said again.

Delia shrugged. Her headache was making her mind dull. She can barely keep her face calm for a minute without wincing.

"My name is Roger, Roger of Corte. How about yours?" he lifted one of her hands up, and caught her in time as she fainted.

Roger smiled to himself. The headache spell he put on her worked really good, and he learned what he needed to know about this girl here. He ordered the driver to put her into the carriage; then, he climbed up on the other side.

'She is pretty, the prettiest girl I've ever seen.' That was his last thoughts before the carriage started up again, continued to rattle his brain to pieces.

How did you like it? I'm not too sure if I should continue with this idea. Tell me what you think about this story.

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Sorceress Shadow Rain