Leia has no clue what has happened to her. One moment, she was being chased by her tormentors during a hurricane, the next she wakes up in an Earth that is not hers. Creatures, monsters and magical fruits that can only exist in fairytales are now the reality that she lives in. Now, she must survive in a strange territory called Totto Land, where she meets new friends, dangerous enemies and a kindred soul that is more than meets the eye. Set 6 years before the Whole Cake Arc. Co-writer: Aiikawarazu. Inspired by "The Vision of Escaflowne" anime

I do not own One Piece plot and characters. But I do own my OCs as well as plot twist. Directed by me and written by the amazing Aiikawarazu! Please enjoy!


Prologue

Leia ran along the desolate beach, her heart pounding in her chest as her ragged breaths mixed with the howling wind. Fear coursed through her veins, each step fueled by a desperate determination to outrun the looming threat that pursued her relentlessly. The weight of her large backpack pressed heavily upon her shoulders, threatening to pull her back, but she refused to yield. Stopping was not an option, not when her freedom hung in the balance.

The storm raged around her, a tempestuous symphony of nature's fury. Dark clouds, pregnant with rain, stretched across the sky, obscuring any trace of the sun's warmth. The wind, like an invisible beast, clawed at her, tugging at her clothes and hair with an unyielding force. Raindrops fell in torrents, drenching her to the bone, as if the heavens wept for her plight. Each droplet stung against her skin, mingling with her sweat and tears, until it became impossible to distinguish the wetness of the sea from her own despair.

Thunder rumbled ominously overhead, its deep resonance vibrating through the very core of her being. It echoed her inner turmoil, a manifestation of the chaos that consumed her. Amidst the tumultuous elements, Leia's desperate flight seemed futile, an insignificant speck in the face of nature's wrath. Yet, her spirit burned with an unyielding determination, pushing her to defy the odds and fight for her life.

She was again running, running for her life. Why her life had always been a constant series of running away from pursuers – she never knew. It's like God had cursed her with some form of bad luck, and happiness was the farthest thing away from her. It was as though the only thing she was allowed to do in this life was to hide, and run, and see just how long she could escape the keen nose of her blood-thirsty hunters.

The hunters. She never did anything wrong to them – she did not even harm anyone as far as she could remember. But they wouldn't care less. To them she was a threat. And the only thing to do with threats – is to eliminate them before they became too big.

To them – eliminating her here would mean a job well done. To her – letting them get to her meant the end of her life.

But just how long could she keep running away from them? Even know, her breathing had become ragged, her chest hurt, and the torrent of rain felt like acid splashing on her face. She wanted to drop to the ground, then and there – and give up. But giving up for her meant a lifetime in locked-up facilities, never knowing if she would ever get out of there alive.

Could this have been her fate, after all – to die here in this desolate beach? Or to be locked up for the rest of her life?

She didn't dare to look back, but her intuition told her that her pursuers were closing in, their relentless determination to capture her causing panic to well up even further within her. Leia had always had an irrational fear of being locked up, of losing her freedom with no way out. And now, the looming threat of captivity pushed her to her limits. As the massive wave crashed onto the shore, drenching Leia from head to toe, she staggered, her large backpack becoming even more cumbersome and soaked. She felt a sudden wave of sickness wash over her, the weight on her shoulders feeling almost unbearable. She had never understood why being soaked always made her feel this way. But now was not the time for contemplation.

The group of men who had been relentlessly chasing Leia finally caught up, their shouts alerted Leia to just how close behind her they were.

"Halt!" a stern voice behind her barked. "Stop right there!"

Leia's breath came in ragged gasps as she risked a glance over her shoulder. Her pursuers - a group of masked men soaked to the bone like herself, closed in on her. Their figures blurred in the rain, but the glint of their raised weapons was unmistakable.

"Leave me alone!" Leia shouted, turning back to face the group of men in exasperation. "I haven't done anything wrong!"

"There won't be any need for explanations," said another person – his voice had a nasty, frosty note that chilled Leia to the bone. "Just surrender yourself."

Leia's emotions swirled within her – a tempest of grief, anger, sadness, and confusion. Each conflicting feeling threatened to overwhelm her, as though mirroring the chaotic storm around her. She tried to take a step back, but as soon as she made the slightest move, she heard a reverberating sound of a shot being fired, and she was hit with a sharp, hot pain on her right shoulder. She knew right then that she had been shot – a bullet grazed her – and she fell to the ground on her knees, grunting.

"Not another move," said another one of her pursuers, calmly as though he was trying to read her a bed-time story instead of shooting bullets at her. "Next time, it won't be your shoulder, but your head instead."

Breath hitching on her throat, Leia's moves stopped abruptly. Now she silently knelt in place, her left hand pressed over the gunshot wound, her chest going up and down rapidly as anxiety consumed her. But still, she looked upward at her pursuers in a mix of rage and fear.

"Why are you doing this to me?" Leia said, tears began to sting her eyes, mixed with the rivulets of rain that streamed down her face. "I haven't harmed anyone! I would never, ever harm anyone!"

"It is not about what you've done, or haven't," the person with the chilling voice spoke again. And it is not something personal either. It is simply our job to take care of you." The way he said 'take care' was especially bone-chilling, Leia couldn't dare to think what it would mean.

"S-so you will…," Leia paused, her voice shivering – she didn't know if it was because of the chilling storm, or because she knew she was inches away from death. "You will kill me – here?"

For a moment, there was no answer – the silence was filled simply by the sound of the howling wind. Then, the man with the chilling voice spoke again.

"If that's what it takes…," he paused, as if trying to heighten Leia's tense anticipation at her demise. "Yes."

Leia wasn't sure what she did back then – perhaps she tried to run away, or ducked to the ground to evade the bullets being fired at her. She was sure she heard some shots being fired as she turned and tried to get away from the scene. Whatever it was, she remembered her intense emotion to survive – that the only thing inside her mind was to not go down without a fight.

Then, just as the situation seemed to reach its breaking point, she remembered the most mysterious thing happening. The men's shouts suddenly became distorted, as if they were suddenly transported to a great distance – she could no longer hear them clearly. Just as she tried to look back and see what happened to them, her own vision became blurred and distorted. Everything around her seemed to twist in a turn in a bizarre way. She couldn't ascertain whether it was her own senses that became altered, or if it was reality – time and space and the dimension itself – that suddenly became warped.

As if to add more to the already peculiar scene, a strange humming sound reverberated in the air, growing louder by the second, and a brilliant light began to materialize. Leia was suddenly hit by intensifying dizziness. She knew this feeling – she had experienced it when she was on the airplane ready to take off – or in amusement parks when she was on the scary rides. She knew what it meant –that her center of gravity had shifted. As if to ascertain her that she was right, Leia suddenly felt herself being lifted by an unseen force, as though being sucked into a vacuum. The world around her spun with dizzying speed, her body tossed and turned as if caught in a wild, uncontrollable slide. Seconds stretched into an eternity as Leia's consciousness teetered on the edge. Then, abruptly, everything turned black.

Funwari Island

In another place, in another universe that was far away - yet closely connected to Leia's story - two figures walked along the pristine shoreline of Funwari Island. Mabel, a young and vibrant island resident with a spirit as lively as the waves that crashed upon the beach, was enjoying her time with her faithful companion – Jasper, a mink gorilla known for his a loyal and gentle demeanor, and love for the tranquility of nature.

Funwari Island, and the whole Totto Land territory – had endured an especially long night filled with tempest. Granted, storms and extreme weathers were part of unpredictable Grand Line nature, and the residents were somehow used to it – but last night's storm was one of the worst they'd experienced this year. Fortunately, it was not a destructive storm of any sorts, but it was filled with howling winds that rattled the roofs and walls of houses, leaving the island residents unable to sleep. It had been a relentless tempest, its howling winds whipping through the island, unsettling the normally peaceful atmosphere. The air had been charged with electricity, causing a sense of unease that made many seek refuge by locking themselves indoors, their windows shuttered against the raging elements. Sleep had been elusive, replaced by the symphony of rain pelting against rooftops and the chorus of wind howling through every nook and cranny. It had been a night that tested the islanders' resilience and left them yearning for the calm that would follow the storm's departure.

And this morning, the residents were relieved to wake up to a calm, tranquil atmosphere. After the storm's fury had subsided, Funwari Island emerged in all its post-storm splendor. The golden sun peeked through the dissipating clouds, casting a warm glow upon the sand, as if nature itself was welcoming the return of peace. The beach stretched out endlessly, adorned with glistening grains of sand that shimmered like scattered pearls in the sunlight. The gentle waves lapped against the shore with a rhythmic melody, harmonizing with the whispers of the breeze that carried the scent of saltwater and blooming flowers. Seagulls soared gracefully in the sky, their calls filling the air with a sense of freedom and serenity. The palm trees swayed gently, their fronds whispering secrets to the wind. There were no traces of storm that passed through the island last night, it was almost as though the tempest that howled with all its might last night was nothing more than a passing bad dream. The aftermath of the tempest had left behind a sense of ethereal beauty, transforming the island into a sanctuary of tranquility and solace.

"I can't wait for the party, Jasper!" said Mabel as she strolled along the shoreline alongside her best friend. The sand beneath their feet felt soft and cool, a welcome respite after the storm's fury. "It's going to be so much fun!" she giggled, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she eagerly shared her plans for a forthcoming get-together party on the island. Beside her, Jasper furrowed his brows slightly and grumbled – her expression a total contrast from Mabel's. "I don't know, Mabel…," he sighed, then paused slightly. "I mean… you know how I feel about crowded places. I'd rather avoid them if I can…" It seemed clear that Jasper didn't share the same enthusiasm as Mabel concerning the upcoming get-together party plan. He kicked the sand and walked silently beside his friend, inwardly dreading the possibility of having to attend social gatherings.

Giggling rather mischievously at her friend's answer, Mabel playfully nudged Jasper's side, her eyes still bore the same sparkle of excitement. "Come on, Jasper," Mabel urged, her voice laced with a playful persuasion. "It won't be that bad! Just imagine the vibrant mood, the joyful chatter, and the treats! The mouth-watering aromas of delicious treats! Cupcakes and Chiffon! Puddings and Bruleé! I mean, when else can we find such delicious treats in one place – not to mention it will be free to eat everything!"

Jasper smiled at her best friend's argument, "Now now, I would think you are more interested in the food rather than the gatherings itself."

"Well," Mabel continued, "Of course I am interested in the gathering too! I mean.. It's a chance for everyone to come together, share stories, and the warmth of friendship! And some people will be coming from very far away you know… we will finally be able to see them! Just imagine, I haven't seen some of them in maybe a year or more!"

Jasper let out a long sigh, his gaze drifting toward the undisturbed tranquility of nature that surrounded them. His gorilla-like features reflected a sense of contemplation, the wisdom of a creature who found solace in the quietude of the wild. With a tinge of reluctance, he finally responded, his voice carrying a hint of longing for serenity.

"You're right," Jasper finally relented, his words laden with a gentle resignation. "But, you know me, Mabel. You know how I prefer the embrace of nature's silence, where the rustling leaves and the whispering streams create a symphony that soothes my soul... Noisy gatherings, loud music, and bustling crowds have never been my cup of tea."

They continued strolling along the shoreline, their footprints traced a temporary path in the damp sand, quickly swallowed by the encroaching tide. Mabel's steps were light and buoyan, her vibrant energy contrasting with the serene backdrop of the island. She occasionally twirled on her toes, as if dancing to a silent melody that only she could hear, the sheer joy of anticipation radiating from her every movement.

Jasper, on the other hand, maintained a leisurely pace, his large gorilla form exuding an aura of calm strength. His keen eyes scanned the surroundings, taking in the swaying palm trees, their leaves whispering secrets to the wind. He paused every now and then to inhale deeply, as if savoring the scent of the salty sea air and the delicate fragrance of tropical blooms. It was such a tranquil, ordinary moments for both of them – and little did they know that their path would soon intersect with that of a mysterious stranger, setting in motion a chain of events that would shape their destinies in ways they couldn't yet fathom.

Suddenly, their footsteps halted as Mabel's keen eyes, bright with curiosity, locked onto something unusual further down the beach. A gasp escaped her lips, her heart quickening with intrigue and concern. Without a second thought, she surged forward, her slender legs propelling her, and she started running toward an unknown something.

"Mabel, wait!" confused at her friend's sudden action, Jasper followed suit behind her. "Mabel!" Jasper called her again with an increasing sense of urgency as Mabel did not answer his call. "What's the matter?"

"There is – someone – laying – on the sand – up ahead," said Mabel, trying to answer Jasper's question while running, her breaths panting. "They seemed unconscious! They might be hurt!"

Understanding passed through Jasper's face. He quickened his pace to catch up with his adventurous friend, his large frame moving with an unexpected grace. Mabel reached the unknown figure first. With a mixture of concern and determination, Mabel knelt down on the side of the prone figure, her movements gentle as she extended a hand to assess their condition. Her fingers trembled slightly, a reflection of the emotions that surged within her—a blend of empathy, curiosity, and a deep-rooted desire to help.

That unknown figure was in fact – as strange as it might seem – Leia. She had been transported here from her own world when the strange portal opened during her attempt to flee from her pursuers, throwing her straight to Funwari Island in the midst of the raging storm last night.

"Jasper, look!" Mabel's voice quivered with a mixture of worry and urgency as she looked up from the unconscious figure to her friend's face – who had caught up to her and was now standing beside her. Mabel's eyes were fixed on the injured stranger before her, their brow furrowed with concern. "It's a young girl. She looks hurt… We can't just leave her here."

Jasper assessed the unconscious girl cautiously, his presence a silent reassurance to Mabel. He crouched down beside his friend, carefully looking at the girl's features from top to bottom. She looked strange, even her clothings were unusual. It was easy to tell that she was not a resident of Totto Land.

"Haven't seen her here before… she must not be from around here," Jasper murmured, his brows knitted together in a display of protective concern, his eyes flickering with a mix of wariness and compassion.

"Oh, can't we do something for her?" asked Mabel again, with increasing urgency this time. "Let's take her to my house and nurse her back to health!"

"Mabel, I know you are worried, but we must proceed with caution," Jasper warned, his voice a steady murmur. "I mean… we don't know who she is or what she might be capable of. She might even be a Devil Fruit user, or an enemy pirate crew. We can't just… randomly take her in."

Mabel bit her lips. She knew that her friend was correct, yet her strong sense of empathy prevented her from leaving a tattered, exhausted Leia back on the sands where she found her. After a few moments of contemplation, Mabel drew in a deep breath and mustered her courage – her gaze shifting from the stranger to Jasper and back again. Resolute, she finally made a decision.

"We can't leave them here, Jasper," she declared, her voice laced with unwavering determination. "We need to get them help. It's the right thing to do."

Jasper nodded, his features softening. "You're right," he acknowledged, his voice carrying a mixture of reluctance and understanding. "We should take them to the town's doctor. They'll know what to do."

Grateful for his support, Mabel smiled at her loyal friend. "Thank you, Jasper. Let's get them back to town quickly."

With Jasper's strong arms cradling Leia's fragile form, they began their journey back, their words temporarily suspended as they focused on the task at hand. The weight of their unexpected encounter and the mysteries surrounding the unconscious stranger hung in the air, leaving them with a mix of apprehension and curiosity about the events that were about to unfold.


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