Post by matthew on Jun 9, 2009 20:58:47 GMT -5
It is always ironic to see how fate seems to bounce you all around and lead you to different destinations, only to bring you back to where you have just started. When you think you have fled so far, you find yourself standing on the exact same spot that you have started. Well, what can anyone do? Such is fate.
The ocean swirled slightly as it current drove the tiny life vessel towards the quiet town of Fuschia. A young man named Matthew Stark was asleep in the mini boat, though the cool breeze and the horrible shaking of the boat was starting to wake him up. Slowly, he pushed himself off the wooden surface of the little boat and sat straight up. He rubbed his eyes wearily and gazed towards the horizon. His stomach growled in protest as he started to sort out his breakfast. There was only two pieces of bread left in his possession and this was never going to last for the rest of the day. He bit into his soggy breakfast as he glanced once more across the ocean. Land started loomed before him and slowly the shape of a town could be see. It would seemed that he was saved! But a wait a second, this place looked too familiar. He rubbed his eyes once again and stared at it. There was no mistake, he was back in his hometown, Fuschia Town.
If you have read his history before, you would have known that this boy for the past few years had tried to leave the village. But when he finally did, he landed himself in the hands of some pirates. Now that he had fled from his capturers, he was back where he had started. He hated the fact that he was about to face those villagers whom had once forsaken him after the death of his grandmother. Well, maybe he had a reason to be back after all. Maybe he was back here to tear through the false pretense that they had held all those years before. Maybe he was here for revenge.
The current pushed him on and slowly but surely, his little vessel crashed onto the sandy beach along the coast of the tiny island. After gathering all his belongings, namely his clothes, pouch and wooden pole, he stepped right off the boat. The minute he did so, the wooden vessel broke into tiny little pieces. He narrowed his eyes as he did a mental check of his agenda: Revenge... and new boat.
Well, fate often bring people of the same nature together. As he stepped forth back towards his hometown, young Matthew wondered who he would meet.
The ocean swirled slightly as it current drove the tiny life vessel towards the quiet town of Fuschia. A young man named Matthew Stark was asleep in the mini boat, though the cool breeze and the horrible shaking of the boat was starting to wake him up. Slowly, he pushed himself off the wooden surface of the little boat and sat straight up. He rubbed his eyes wearily and gazed towards the horizon. His stomach growled in protest as he started to sort out his breakfast. There was only two pieces of bread left in his possession and this was never going to last for the rest of the day. He bit into his soggy breakfast as he glanced once more across the ocean. Land started loomed before him and slowly the shape of a town could be see. It would seemed that he was saved! But a wait a second, this place looked too familiar. He rubbed his eyes once again and stared at it. There was no mistake, he was back in his hometown, Fuschia Town.
If you have read his history before, you would have known that this boy for the past few years had tried to leave the village. But when he finally did, he landed himself in the hands of some pirates. Now that he had fled from his capturers, he was back where he had started. He hated the fact that he was about to face those villagers whom had once forsaken him after the death of his grandmother. Well, maybe he had a reason to be back after all. Maybe he was back here to tear through the false pretense that they had held all those years before. Maybe he was here for revenge.
The current pushed him on and slowly but surely, his little vessel crashed onto the sandy beach along the coast of the tiny island. After gathering all his belongings, namely his clothes, pouch and wooden pole, he stepped right off the boat. The minute he did so, the wooden vessel broke into tiny little pieces. He narrowed his eyes as he did a mental check of his agenda: Revenge... and new boat.
Well, fate often bring people of the same nature together. As he stepped forth back towards his hometown, young Matthew wondered who he would meet.