Wishful Thinking

Prologue

I had this story for a long time and I decided to reboot it. Instead of it being how I felt each day from 6th to 7th grade, it is now finally a story! Yippee on my part. Anyway, this is more of a prologue chapter to explain a few things before we both get into the actual story. Even though it is a prologue, I would still advise on reading it (Because I do tend to skip prologues myself *guilty look*) as it shall make this horrible attempt at a romance story actually make sense. This story is also on another website. If the person is A Lone Peep, that is me and it is the same story.

Cover image drawn by me by the way. Song not mine.

Any who, I hope you like this story! Have a amazing day.

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Tall oak trees wept orange tears from cotton smothering their grass friend. Squirrels bounded across their branches to comfort the tree, but they lost track of what was right and went after the tree's children. They grabbed the small nuts and ripped them away from the tree's loving arms. Scampering, they ran to the parents of the acorn who watched them with one large eye that wept brown liquid. Quick as lightning, the squirrels shoved the seed into the eye, making the trees shake from the torturous pain. A titter came from the squirrel as it ran off to kidnap more children of the trees and make the mother of them suffer. More leaves of red, orange, and brown fell on the frost bitten ground from the branches shaking from both the tree and the mammal.

It was a tad nippy, but it did not stop a carriage from driving on the road. Two Fjord draft horses decorated in black leather that had sterling silver on the edges pulled a large white carriage that had black doors and even black swirls around the sides of it. It was rather bland in looks, but the passengers made the carriage stand out ten fold.

A adult female with beautiful blonde hair that is tied back in a braid wore a navy blue dress with white lacing that went around her waist. A golden ribbon was wrapped around her arms snuggly and tied behind her neck, keeping the dress up on her shoulders. Even though the ribbon limited her movement, it did not stop her to put her left hand on a man seated next to her. Her right held on the reins to keep the drafts in a straight line. The man she cherished wore a midnight black suit that had a vest the same color as her dress. His nervous green eyes were stunning under his dark hair. Two ram horns were curled around large wolf like ears that twitched now and again.  He, too, could not help himself to put one arm around his wife, a smile on his face as he turned his head behind him to watch the people seated in the carriage. His once nervous eyes radiated proudness and his posture even straightened more to show off how great he was.

A young boy that hasn't even hit puberty had his arms crossed. His spectacles were on the edge of his nose as his brown hair was neatly pulled back behind his ears. A smile tugged at his forced pouting lips before he reached down at his lap, a bundle of joy giggling up at him. His little sister. He was gentle to touch her sides to tickle her in which the less than a year old baby screeched in glee and squirmed in the blankets. Her bright green eyes opened wide in her fit, her grayed out pupils not focusing on anything. The boy's smile twitched into a frown at the sight.

"Mom, why is she blind?" he looked up at the back of the navy blue dressed lady. His mother looked back with a straightened back and wore a weak grin. She clapped the reins and the carriage picked up paste.

"Justin, you know why. I have told you many times," she began in her bell chiming voice, but stopped herself when she felt her husband gently squeezing her arm from raising her voice. She quieted down before continuing upon seeing Justin's pout, " It happens time to time in the shape shifter blood-"