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(Hello! author here. This is my first novel/fan-fic. Forgive me if there's any wrong grammar, English is not my first language so please do tell me if I made a mistake I would appreciate it very much, thank you. I hope you all enjoy! Bye~)
{The story of One Piece and its original characters does not belong to me in any way except for my made up characters and plot, all credits belong to the owner. This is merely a fan fiction made from imagination to quench ones fantasy. Thank you very much.}
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I was just a nobody who lives yet a second chance.
A life ahead of me.
A choice to make.
Bonds to build.
Love and hate.
Friends and Family.
Filled with ups and downs, on this chaotic world.
Curious? Then come join me on a ride to a place of wonders.
This is the story of my life.
My journey.
My adventure.
My love.
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One Piece.
But first, let us all start where it all began. After all, in every story there's always a beginning on every chapter.
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'Where am I?', a question I asked myself so many times only to be left unanswered 'cause simply I didn't know the answer. I felt so small and light as a feather as if I was floating on water while everything was nothing but dark with a small room to move and walls around me. The last time I remember was when I was inside my room sleeping late on midnight after some few imaginations running wild here and there and reading some fanfictions.
'Did I die? Or is it I'm in a process of reincarnation? Is that even possible?', perhaps I'm going crazy here talking to myself in this darkness for who knows how long... Days, weeks, months or it could have even been years. 'Why and what am I even here for?' I might pass away from boredom if I wait for another time.
I kicked the walls around me in hopes of escaping. When I felt it move. I felt it once more as I was being squeezed out by the surrounding walls into the end of the tunnel's light. I wiggled my way out and took a breath of fresh air as I heard a cry. 'Who? Is that a baby crying? Can somebody please stop the crying baby? Thank you.' The cry stopped when I felt a huge hand carry me in their warm loving arms which felt so right and secure.
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Turns out I was that "wailing child".
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