ENTITY- The New Beginning ( skz brother's ff)

Prologue

(Author Note

This is my fourth brother series of SKZ. As you guys know, I'm not a typical author; I mostly write nonsense that really doesn't make any sense.
Anyways, this series is a little bit different. Maybe you will find the first few episodes boring, but trust the process, okay? I'm gonna try to make you cry and laugh as much as I can.
I trust you guys not to copy my work or anything, because you guys are lazy just like me.
Hmm... don't be down while reading the prologue, okay? It's an interesting story, and you will like it.

Anyways, enjoy the new series 😉)

As the car pulls up to its destination, the driver hurriedly jumps out to open the door, bowing slightly to the passenger in the back. Out steps Alfred, a young man in a black two-piece suit. He's quite handsome. He holds a small bouquet of flowers in his hands, and he walks towards the riverside, his long coat flowing in the wind. He looks quite elegant and sophisticated, making his way towards the riverside.

The river was a sight in itself as the soft blue waves of water crashed against the rocks lining the riverbed, the gentle gurgling soothing the ears of the traveler. A lone blossom tree stood next to the river, its pink and white petals drifting to the ground below. The wind blew through the soft, slender leaves, filling the air with its gentle movement. The man took a deep breath, inhaling the sweet smells and enjoying the view.

He sat underneath a blossom tree next to the river, his legs tucked under himself. The water was slow and calm, peacefully trickling over the rocks like a gentle caress. The petals of the tree fell like snow around him, landing in his hair and on his clothes. The sun's rays filtered through the branches and leaves, making little patterns of light and dark across his face. The air was warm and fragrant, with the scent of the water and the flowers blending together. In the background, a soft breeze made the leaves of the trees whisper.

"Guys, have you missed me?" he whispered, looking at the sky as he placed the flowers under the tree.

His parents were buried underneath the blossom tree. A rough-hewn stone marked their grave, with their names etched into the rock along with a few brief words about their lives. He came to the tree often, spending hours in solitude to recall memories he never had with them, or simply to feel closer to them. The presence of their graves gave the tree a sad beauty; a constant reminder of his loss, but also of the love they had shared with him. The sun's rays made the carving almost glow, as if it were trying to comfort the man.

  "Well, I did every day and every time, Mom-Dad."

"Don't worry about me; uncles raised me well. I'm a grown man now and also taller than them.......... Haha! They always whine whenever I bring up the topic of height.
It's been four years since grandpa and grandma left this world to join you. I hope they are happy with you, right?.......
.....Mom....... uncles always told me that even though I look exactly like Dad, I have your personality. I know you both wanted to see me, but God has other plans, right?........They didn't want me to be with you guys; that's why He snatched both of you from me. To be honest, I really miss you guys. Although uncles always try to make me comfortable and happy, somewhere in my heart, I always wonder how you guys have been........How would you have reacted when you saw me? I'm being too boring, aren't I?.......Well, thanks to the uncles; they told me everything about you guys. Today is a really important day, guys. I'm gonna publish your story to the world.." He said,
after spending some time there, he took his leave towards the podium.

  
He stood at the podium, looking out at the room full of reporters and cameras. He was dressed in a smartly cut suit, his hair combed back neatly, and his expression was focused.

As he looked around, he could see the flashes of cameras and hear the sound of questions being asked, some from members of the press and others from the people in attendance.

He took a deep breath, readying himself, as he was about to give the most important presentation of his life: the story of his parents. His shoulders were straight, and his voice was clear as he began to speak.

"Thank you all for coming," he started.

"As you know, I'm Ryu Shio. I'm here today to talk about the book I recently wrote, which is about my parents." He paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts before continuing.

"They were the most important people in my life, and writing this book was a way for me to honor their memory."

"And I don't think they need any other introduction. Even though they lived a short life, whatever they did remains in history. They were the hope of youngsters, a light for those who have lost their interest in life."

He had never known his parents personally; they had passed away before he was born. (Guys, it's not a mistake; I will tell you in time.)

However, his mother's brothers had taken him in and raised him as if he were their own. They had been his guardians, his mentors, and the only real family he had ever known. Even though he had never met his parents in person, he felt a deep connection to them, and he often wondered what they would have been like.

He glanced off the stage to the crowd and spotted his two uncles. They were sitting towards the back, both of them looking at him with proud yet slightly teary eyes. He smiled at them briefly before continuing with his speech.

"And I'd like to thank my uncles, who raised me after my parents passed away," he said, motioning to them.

"My uncles are the ones who told me about my parents, my mother's struggle, everything about her, how her life changed, and her few years of life journey. I would like to share everything with you all," he said.

"Now let's start............"

(Guys, don't be sad or disappointed; trust me, okay? Even though the main character isn't alive, we are going  in her past, so get ready and wait for the next update. Until then:

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