The Realm of Fantasy: Reverie (Original Story)

Prologue

The year is 9387, date, December 8th.

We see a young, winged, lonely boy covered in thousands of wounds, currently the young boy is trying to cauterize his wounds with his gold flames.

Boy: Dammit, why? Why am I so weak? Gold symbolizes first place, so why am I in last all the time?

???: Hey Boss look! It's the weakling Dark!

???2: I'd say let's beat him up but he isn't even worth our time.

???3: Too true, what do you think Boss?

"Boss": Watch your mouth, I don't take kindly to brown-nosers.

???4: Can we beat him up Boss?

"Boss": No, he already looks like he's been put in his place, hey weakling! Remember your place and this won't happen again! Oh who am I kidding?! This will happen daily until you die!

All five of them leave while laughing their asses off, the young boy now known as Dark growls in disgust.

Dark: Keep laughing, you aren't the first and you won't be the last. However, I won't be the laughing stock forever!!!

As Dark tends to his wounds we zoom out to see a young girl watching him with worry and a slight blush. Once Dark finishes cauterizing his wounds, he passes out and the girl uses her soul element to put him in an emerald dome and pulls him underground and over to her, she picks him up then goes underground again to her secret spot and puts him there to recover.

Girl: Rest well Dark, you don't deserve this pain. I just wish... I wish I could help more.

The girl blushes and kisses him on the cheek then uses her soul element to go back to her house. A few hours later and he begins to wake.

Dark: Back here again. Ow!

Dark had just tried sitting up but quickly lays back down, he sees a letter and picks it up.

—Letter—

Dear Dark,

I'm sorry that I can't help you more, I really am, just know, they might call you worthless but that's not true. You mean everything to me. You are my everything.

With much love— J

—Letter End—

Dark: "J"... thank you.

Dark goes to sleep to recover.

—Prologue End (Sorry it's so short)—