Prologue: ~My Friend~
–A narration of the prologue of the story from the main character's friend's point of view.–
My name is Fynsel, and this is not my story.
Almost eight months ago, my friend's father died. It was a peaceful morning. My friend and I were supposed to meet up near the monorail station, I used to pick him up. He had to take the monorail everyday because he lives at a faraway place but that day his father had a business appointment outside of Pangaea and he had some free time before going to the airport, so he went to school with his father by car before departing for the plane.
Before I went to the monorail with my motorcycle, my friend told me to meet up at the school building instead and so I went to school. The distance from his house to the monorail is farther than the monorail to school, and I live in between the monorail and school so I don't have to take the train. The rest of the morning went by normally, there was no way we would know of the tragedy that was coming.
In the middle of class session, my friend got a phone call and he asked for permission to answer it outside. I was just returning from the toilet when I saw him getting out.
"Hey, what's up?" He just gestured me to lower my voice.
"Just a phone call. Get in the class."
Then he answered it. Before I got in I was tidying my uniform and as I was entering the class, suddenly I heard rapid footsteps. I peeked out and saw him running, he dropped his phone by the door. "Lyn? Oy, Lyn!"
All the other classmates had already went out to see what was going on that made him run like crazy. I picked up his phone and put it in my pocket. I heard some students chat.
"Is he skipping class?"
"I don't know. Still, its not like him to do that."
"Fyn," My attention was diverted to the teacher who called me.
"Chase after him and get him back to class."
I nodded and went down to take my motorcycle. I saw him running down the road and caught up with him.
"Oy Lyn, What are–"
"Fyn, thank god." Before I got the chance to say anything, he hopped on my motorcycle.
"Hurry, take me to the hospital. I'll explain on the way."
I was confused, and if I did what he asked for it would mean I helped him skip class. "But–"
"Go, god damn it!" After that I went as fast as I can while dodging traffic on the way.
"My father got in a car accident..." When we were halfway there, he opened a conversation.
"They say he was in a critical condition. The other crashed from his right side."
"That's the driver's seat, right? My god..."
I was shocked, and then I remembered that his father is his only living relative with the exception of his divorced mother. I thought I understand why he left class, I felt like this when my sister died too. "Lyn, we're here." When we arrived at the hospital, he jumped off the motorcycle and ran into the building.
I went inside after parking and asked one of the nurses if there's any white haired teenager that looks like he was on a hurry and one of them led me to a room. It was the emergency unit.
"He went inside this room. You're his friend, right? Please calm him down."
"Huh? Okay."
After the nurse walked away, I opened the door. I saw him kneeling down beside a bed, he was crying. In the bloodstained bed was his father, he had already died when we reached the hospital.
–Thursday, 28th of November 2B93, 09:10, Anderson Seth Light, father of Lynmere Zerres Light, died at the age of 41.–
The nurse wanted my friend to identify the body and after seeing him cry I'm sure the nurse understand. For the following week he couldn't get over his father's death, or so I thought. There's more to it than that but I never knew what.
Two weeks after his father's death, on Sunday, he opened his father's will. He was left with his father's mansion and riches, and was given the position of president of his father's company. I was invited by him to his mansion when he opened the will and when I heard the contents, I thought he would be happy but he wasn't. He fell silent afterwards and told me to go home.
"Why? Lyn, I know its hard but you have to move on, man." I tried to cheer him up but I heard a sob instead. I kinda panicked.
"Look at the bright side, Lyn. You got a huge mansion and-"
"Go home, Fyn. Please..."
"Okay. I'm really sorry, Lyn."
Life went on, Lyn did not. For the next 2 months, my friend hasn't been himself, he looks ill and exhausted. I thought he was harming himself in subtle manners such as undereating and overexercising. We tried to help but he was just stubborn. He cut us off. Not only me but also is best friends. He even won't reply to short mails or chats in videogame lobbies. He goes online often, maybe to channel his sadness.
After the end semester exam passed he suddenly disappeared. He took off into another school without saying goodbye. His mansion was taken care of by the landowner. I heard he gave his position as the company's president to the vice president whose son is good friends with Lyn in his new school. It sounds just like him, he never enjoys being tied down by responsibilities.
Today is Saturday, 2 days before graduation vacation ends. Yesterday I received a short mail from Lyn saying to meet him in an online game Saturday night. And so I turned on my computer and...
Prologue: ~My Friend~
End
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24/07/2014
It is done! Holy s*it. The prologue for Players, my original fiction. Fun fact: the first chapter was already done before I wrote the prologue, and when I made this I made some changes to chapter 1 and the universe of this fiction. Changes made: changed main character's name, overall plot change. Damn.
Chapter 1 is now in the works. Don't wait for me to finish it because its gonna take a hell of a lot of time.
What do you think? If you have anything to say, critics, suggestions, comments, just put it on the comment box below and I'll try to read the from time to time. *crosses fingers*
Please please please PLEASE tell me if you found any plot holes in the fiction that I might have accidentally made. It would really help me improve and make better stories with solid scripts.
Other than that, I guess there's nothing else to say.
-Aex
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