Hmm hmm hmm. As I thought, typing is easier than drawing and then scanning and toning and fixing drawings up. Wewt. Have the prologue of PeAcH, and then let the story unfold. I hope you enjoy.
~Prologue~
There's a legend. On some far off island, there was a fisherman and his family. The man had rare peach coloured eyes, which were considered an omen. The fisherman was walking home one day when he stumbled upon a cave. Inside this cave was a village. The people were happy, the houses sturdy and well-made. Everyone had peach coloured eyes. They explained that only those with peach eyes could find this cave. The man thought this strange village was a paradise, and he asked to stay. The people were more than happy to allow him in, and the fisherman turned to go get his family.
“But where are you going?” they asked.
“I must bring my family,” the fisherman said.
“If you leave, you will never find this place again. Stay with your family or live here.” they said.
Angry, the fisherman said he would live there by himself. He was the happiest man alive living in that cozy village. He didn't give his family a second thought. One day, he was coming back from fishing when he discovered the village gone. Carved into the wall was the word:
S E L F I SH
The man went home, sorrowful that his people would leave him. He walked down the famous Peach Road, lined with peach trees, and heard two women gossiping.
“Oh, sorrowful, woeful, tragic. That tiny village just south of here was ravaged by the Black.”
“Yes, yes, I heard. Oh, woe. The most tragic part is that family! A fisherman went missing, and his two kids walked around looking for him, while the mother asked about him.”
“Oh, yes, sorrowful. The fisherman with peach coloured eyes. His family died waiting for him. Sorrow, sorrow! Woeful am I! Never such a tragic tale was heard!”
The fisherman ran home and discovered the gossip was true. Destroyed, he buried his family's corpses. How could he abandon them?! How dare he? It was the evil eyes! They had lead him astray! In anger and sorrow, he gouged his beautiful peach eyes out.
. . .Or so the legend says.
Enter: Peach
