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The Mary-Sue Diaries- Chapter the First and the Prolouge (Remastered)

Thursday, November 22, 2007

Yes, it's not Monday. But, A) I just found these (In my MOM'S profile, no less), and B), I simply refuse to let this fic die. No worries, though- I'll be reposting the other chaps at two day intervas, and edited for spelling, too. Have fun.

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Prolouge: The Background

Once, long ago, in a solar system far, far away... There lived a woman. But, calling her a woman was not something that many did. Those "Many" called her a living Goddess, for she was so beautiful as to inspire men from all over the planet she lived on, called Persephone, to ask for her hand in marriage. They came from far and away, bearing flowers, chocolates, poems comparing her to stars and sun alike, and the promise of a thousand slaves to tend to her every whim. Her eyes were a strange, luminous, and altogether beautiful mix of brown and red, which outlined a startilingly black pupil, while the rest of her eyes shown a color like moonstone; creating an effect that caused many men to drown in ecstacy within their borders, so captivating were they two orbs of light. Her legs were tanned a light, golden color, which put all others to shame. Her face was shaped just like an almond, and within it was set perfectly her two jewel like eyes, a petite nose that crinkled oh-so-cutely when she laughed (A sound like a clear bell that could move the coldest of hearts), and, of course, a mouth filled with sparkling, even teeth, which hid behind them a tongue thatm made her voice, which could convince the birds out of their tree perches, and put their sweet songs to shame whenever she decided to grace the world with her songs that rang out through hill and vale like only her singing could ring out. Her kindness to every and all creatures, man or animal, was renowned, and would be the envy of ther Saints if they would stop being Saintly long enough to feel some semblance of Envy. Her hair was long and silky, the color of the sun at dusk.

Truly, her lineage could be traced through the ages, to Pre-history, when man was not the true master of his world. Her name was Brittany. And this is not her story.

If you truly would like see her story, or that of her many ancestors, one would suspect the Lord of the Rings section on Fanfiction.net.

No, this is the story of her best friend and fa

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