Once upon a time, there was a person. Like him were many, and many were the ones in charge of spreading peace over their land - all of them strong, wise and brave. But their leader didn't look for the strong ones, didn't called the wise, nor stopped to think on the brave ones. He, the one known as The Pilgrim, chose The Golden Cicada for the job. His was the task now, the one that brought him into the city of heroes, the place where the strong, the wise and the brave abound, and where a very special person is waiting to be found.
once upon a time there were 2 true loves, who had a friendship from the heavens above. we all know they must be shipped, and they shall forever be known for it. (My friend Paris put in this description, not me). This is my first story. Sorry if it's really bad.