Fate ( L.S )

prologue

Prologue

I saw wild, dangerous beauty. I saw devotion. I saw you.

Fate is something that cannot be controlled. Sometimes it changes a person's life for the best, and other times for the worst. People are not conscious of this phenomenon, for everyone's destiny is written in the stars, too far away for anyone to read. But of course, like any abstract belief, the existence of fate is debatable. Nobody can proven that it really exists, however a large portion of humanity has faith that it does. But one thing is certain amongst believers: sometimes fate is cruel, sometimes fate makes your life unbearable hard, and sometimes fate is just simply not fair.

But that's how life is.

Unfair.

Louis had an ideal life. A city dweller might not agree, but from the perspective of a jungle boy, his life was certainly grand. Louis was very a happy and cheerful person, who liked to play with small animals and make flower crowns with exotic flora plants that he found on his nature walks. Even though his large family didn't have too much, Louis was content with the things that he did have. He grew up in a small peaceful tribe that inhabited a jungle area on the side of tall mountain, the high elevation making it sometimes difficult to fetch water, gather food, and bring home any other necessary supplies. But Louis was always ready to help! In fact he loved helping his mother, father, siblings, and the other tribal member with anything they needed. But he especially enjoyed watching the mothers' kids when they were busy with their chores or community duties. He couldn't wait to have someone that he could call his own someday.

Despite his young age, Louis had already planned out his life. He was going to find a good husband to raise children with, and together they would wait patiently for the stork to deliver them their desired babies.

Yes, Louis was an ignorant and innocent child, but he was not stupid. He always listened carefully and attentively to the wise words of the old woman who taught the children of the tribe. However sometimes he couldn't help but get a little distracted by his friends. But the female elder didn't mind too much. Everyone loved Louis, and his sweet personality and positive attitude. Even though he grew a little sassy over the years, the tribe still adored him. He was never bullied for his small height, nor for his curvy figure. If anything the young men of his tribe found Louis quite attractive. Any man would be lucky to have him.

Harry never had an easy life. Okay well, technically he did. He was a spoiled little brat. He was given everything he wanted. With having a father who was the tribal chief, he was basically raised with a golden spoon in his mouth. But harry didn't really care about all the luxury things. All he ever wanted was a friend. But sadly, no one wanted to befriend the little curly-headed boy.

But it wasn't anyone's fault. Harry just wasn't normal. He was a little mentally disturbed, to put it kindly. His mother had eaten some poisonous berries when she was pregnant with him, and everyone just assumed that they had messed up the development of the fetus' brain. When cute baby Harry was born, he did not cry nor scream. He was a very quiet baby. But to everyone's misfortune, that quickly changed. When he was around five the tantrums started. He would throw things and scream when he didn't get his way. He would yell at the top of his lungs, his face would turn red from lack of oxygen, and wouldn't stop shouting until he exhausted himself to almost the point of fainting. Everyone the tribe was afraid of angry Harry.

When tribal prince was determined to get something that he wanted, nothing could stand in his way. One time when he was convinced that one of his servants had stolen his favorite teddy bear, he demanded that the servant was thrown into the river, with her hand and feet bound, as punishment for her unforgivable crime. She pleaded for her life, and swore to the gods of the jungle that she had not taken the teddy bear. But the merciless child didn't care. Harry was mad and in his mind she was to blame.

The next day Harry felt terrible, his heart filled with guilt, because that morning he had remembered that he, himself, had left his precious teddy bear on the swing out on the balcony.

Both Louis and Harry grew experienced two completely different childhoods, yet for some unexplainable reason, fate would decide to let their paths meet.

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