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The waves crashed violently onto the beach, startling the seabirds that were strutting about on the sand. Flapping their wings to escape this sudden spray of seawater, they flew off one by one. Soon, each one had flown above the cliff overlooking the beach, perching to rest upon the unnamed gravestone planted at it's peak.
"Scram, ya dumb birds!" A shrill voice cut through the air, prompting the birds to flutter away in annoyance. One particularly stubborn bird had decided to stay, eliciting a stone to be thrown at it from the direction of the voice. Letting out a squawk, the remaining seagull flew off with the rest of it's flock.
As the birds disappeared from sight, a hooded figure approached the gravestone, leaning down to set a bouquet of roses. The figure clasped their hands together and recited a quick prayer for the soul of the person buried here. Finishing the prayer, the figure sat down and took off their hood, silky blonde hair falling away to reveal the face of a young girl. Her lips parted, but no words would come out. The girl sighed, lying down with her back on wet, dew glossed grass before, finally...
"It's really been a year," The girl said wistfully, sitting upright again. Reaching a hand towards the gravestone, she stopped herself before continuing.
"...I'll be leaving the village tomorrow, to continue what we began all those years ago. I just wanted to come back one last time, to remember..."
The girl's hand began to tremble as she brought it back to the ground. Yes, she still remembers. The day they had first met, the strange duo, brought together by unlikely circumstances. Wiping at the teardrops that began to form at her eyes, the girl continued.
"I... I know you've always enjoyed my stories, and-" She said, regaining her composure with each word. "Since I won't be able to visit you anymore, I'll tell you that story you've always loved."
"Now, how did it start...?"