Hi everyone! This is my first fanfic, so don't judge me too hard. I appreciate criticism, but not "this sucks" or something like that, I'd rather like to know WHAT I'm doing that could be improved etc etc. Anyway, please read and review and hopefully I won't screw up…
Disclaimer: As I hope everyone understand, I'm not J.K, I'm just a Swedish girl making pathetic attempts in having a life and simply having a little fun, though Meridgena is my own character (yay!).
Prologue
I'm running. I'm aware that the rain is pouring down, floating down my face, penetrating my clothes, sending shiver over my skin, but I don't really care. Branches are hitting me in the face, mixing tears and rain with small drops of blood, almost sliding in strings down my face. My feet are aching, every time my feet touch the ground they send sharp thrusts through my entire body, making me feel like I'm going to fall, but I'm not, I just keep running.
A million thoughts fly through my head; "How did I come to this? When did all happen? What can I actually do? Whose fault is it?" along with just as many memories. But none of these seam to stay in my mind, they just flashes past my eyes, leaving my focus on my goal, but still confuses me.
A small sob exits my mouth, enough to make me stumble, but I don't fall, just keeps on running. I don't want to cry, I won't cry. Even though many people have told me that I above anyone deserve to cry I've never agreed, crying is not something any one "deserves", it's just a way of letting ones feelings out, a way that only can make me weaker right now, but yet I can't stop. I never could. Endless nights have been spilled into tears, but now I don't have the time or the strength to let myself cry.
My mind scatters for a moment because of one thought of self-loathing; "If I had acted differently, would this have happened? Would I be running like a crying maniac through a dark, rainy forest in the middle of the night if I had done things differently?". I always tried to deny my importance, always, though I always seemed to get evidence in the other direction I stood firmly that I was just I the crowd, a bystander who just seemed to be dragged into these events, it wasn't me, it was just ridiculous and not so ridiculous coincidences. It was only in my worst moments that I believed that there was some higher power that could be described as "fate ", and I guess this was one of these moments, and the sensation of something bigger made me slow my paste and than stop, out of breath.
If everything happened for a reason, did it matter? Could I just stop and walk back without a change in the outturn of… everything. I had already been through too much pain, too much suffering, lost too many people I cared about. My face slowly turned upwards. I opened my mouth and let raindrops fall into my mouth and down my throat, mitigating my thirst. My eyes closed and slowly opened, turned towards the dark, dark grey sky.
Even if that was the case, presence didn't alter a single thing, I would be there. I would be there in the cherish victory or in the bitter end. I would fight to the end, even if I couldn't change anything. If there was a higher being, I would spit in its face, because I've always did what I wanted to, or at least tried to. I wouldn't bend in front of any power, even if I was weak, and I would TRY to make a difference.
My eyes turned forward again, and I started moving again, hoping I wasn't too late…
So…that was the prologue, not as good as I had hoped it would be, and a bit short, but I can at least start on the real story now (which won't be written in someone's POV).
Anyway, please review and I'll be back soon.