A/N: Hey everyone! Welcome to my first fanfiction on this profile! Like I already mentioned, I'm still inexperienced, and English is not my first language, so please bear with me and my mistakes.
Some information may differ, and I may have to change some of it (since certain things are not clear) to fit the story. Along the story, there will be Italian sentences (I'll explain why later on), which I will translate into round brackets so that you'll always understand what is said or thought. To distinguish the two languages, everything said/ thought in Italian will be in italics. Anyway, I hope you'll enjoy it, so feel free to read and review!
Disclaimer: I own nothing except my OCs.
Prologue - The freedom she wishes for
There she sat, her legs pulled to her chest. On one of the boxes in that abandoned warehouse.
A beautiful girl, 1,53 m tall, with long blonde hair that goes down to her hips and crimson eyes. She wore a wide black coat that lies over her shoulders, bandages that cover her chest, a black mini skirt that is held up by a loose red belt, black over-knee socks, and black boots with black laces. The soles of her boots had a red dragon fang print on the bottom and a black medical mask that covered half her face.
She was lost in thought about her life. The life she led up to that point. She should've been happy that she was able to help those in need, and yet the young girl was far from it. The blonde longed for better times, times in which she didn't have to watch people suffer, but she didn't have a choice if she wanted to make a difference in this unjust world.
"Non posso più tornare indietro ormai, anche se vorrei...non ne ho la forza." (I can't go back anymore, even if I wanted to…I don't have the strength to do it.) She mumbled to herself.
The girl's train of thought was interrupted when she heard someone approaching her.
"Boss? I'm sorry to disturb you, but we have to go now." said a new voice. A voice she knew well.
A petite girl, 1,57 m tall, with shoulder-length white hair and blue eyes. She had the same bandages that covered her chest, but instead of a skirt, she wore a pair of baggy red pants and black trainers.
Without looking up to her, she simply asked, "Is it them again?"
"Yes, Boss. They're in the park near your school, as it seems." The white-haired girl informed the blonde.
"How many?"
"Six of them."
The red-eyed girl sat up, turning her gaze to the other girl with a determined look on her face. "I understand. Thank you, white dragon. I'm ready; let's go."
The petite girl looked at her friend with worry in her eyes. "Are you okay, Romi-chan?"
The blonde smiled slightly. "I am; don't worry about me. Call the others; we're heading out."
"As you wish, black dragon."
A/N: So, this is it for the prologue of The Dragon and the Marlin! I'm sorry if it's short; future chapters will be way longer than this, but I hope I got you even a bit curious about what will happen next. Did you like it? Did you hate it? Make sure to let me know in the reviews; suggestions are also appreciated. Thank you for taking your time to read this, and if you're interested, stay tuned for the next chapter!