Brandan threw another pebble aimlessly at the water, creating an echoing plopping sound it fell and sunk into the water of the large lake. He didn't have any idea how many hours have passed. He stared at the dense darkness before him dazed and drifted off to his haunted memories.
He threw another stone, now this one was much bigger than the others. It created a very loud echoing sound but Brandan didn't notice. He even didn't notice how cold it was, he was having goosebumps and his skin felt almost frozen but he didn't seem to even care about that too. Aimless and lifeless, that was how his life was and he couldn't blame anyone else but himself.
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The Old Author's Note (because hey I don't want to delete it yet *wink) :
Hello lovely people, who are going to start reading this story and are wondering why the prologue is so small. Well, the thing is my dear, this is the first scene that came to my mind when thought to write this story. It was like a vision, no matter how small it was. I don't know if you'll understand me or not... but it's very precious to me however it is. And I refused to throw this away, the first scene away, for it's very dear to me... short, confusing, bad... however it is. But hey, hey hey... chapters will get better and longer as the story proceeds, with blasts of emotions, tears and tragic, lots of dramas, laughter and a few lessons about life and love here and there.
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