Prolouge

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Notice: I do not own The Giver and have nothing to do with it. I merely own the character Lucy and the plot of this fan-fiction. If you have any questions, contact me

Warning: Some mentioning's could possibly be too much for readers to handle. There is violence and extremely mild sexual content. Only mentioning's of SC. You have been warned.

The wind had blow softly that night. Not a trace of bad weather was visible from where I sat on the porch of my mothers old home. All of pain and sickness I had felt mere minutes before, ceased and disappeared. I was unaware of the warm feeling that was light on my shoulder.
A light, comforting feeling passed through me at that moment. As if someone had gently, lovingly, placed a hand on my shoulder.

I had the idea it was my deceased Mother or Father. I commonly received "visitations" from the souls before.
Before I knew it, hot tears trickled down my cool face. I spoke to myself in astonishment. "Could these be a sign? An...omen?"

"Lucy?"
I looked up from my seat on the porch and saw my dear friend, Leader.
"Is something the matter? You look fearful... and sad." I spoke worriedly.

For he usually did not look troubled. I had a feeling something was wrong the moment my fever lifted. For only days ago, I had begun to throw up and was bedridden, being nourished from my blind friend, Seer.
"We need to talk inside," Leader said quietly. I nodded and complied.
We entered my cozy cottage and found seats at my dining table. He put his head in his hands for a minute or row, before lifting his gaze to meet mine. I almost instantly felt ill again and clutched my leg, holding back the need to vomit.
"What...happened?" I managed to rasp out. I tried to keep calm. Leader took my hand in his, and intertwined his fingers with mine, in comfort.
"Matty is... gone," he said looking me in the eyes, searching for any emotions.
"Gone? What do you mean by gone!? What happened to him, Jonas!" I cried out, fearing the unimaginable.
Leader held me in his arms, the way a father or a friend did when in their time of need. "He is dead, Lucy"

*I hope you all like it so far! It took me awhile, but it's done. Chapter one should be up soon. See you soon!

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