This is my first stab at Sim Stories (and at posting at web forum in general). This story is inspired by old English classics such as Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice, which hopefully explained the formality and the ‘oddness’ of the language. Since this is a love story, be prepared for some degree of  uh…‘mushiness’ :lol: . That said, constructive criticism is always welcome. So, without further ado, here is the first chapter of How One Becomes a Guardian Angel. Thanks for reading.

Coco

Chapter 1 Forget-Me-Not-Valley-------------------------------------------

Life in Forget-Me-Not Valley village had always been peaceful. Not even the Great War, could shake that lush and idyllic aura of this little village. The songs of the birds were always pleasant, the trees evergreen, and the air were faintly scented with Violets and Forget-Me-Nots.

Such was my impression of the village as I, and my friend Marcus Meadow, decided to live there after the Great War. I would have stayed in the Capital as I preferred the hustle and bustle of the big city but unfortunately, I, Lucas Whyte, was penniless and of no job prospect.

On the contrary to my situation, my friend Marcus Meadow, was a man with a bright future. Born to a wealthy family, Marcus seemed to have the best combinations of blessings. He was handsome, rich and had a pleasant disposition.

Marcus and I were both soldiers of His Majesty, fighting in the Great War. We formed camaraderie, a bond, even stronger than that of blood brothers. After the War ended and we were dismissed from His Majesty's service, Marcus found out of my financial situation and invited me to live with him until a better prospect could be found for me. Indeed, Marcus Meadow was a man with a generous heart. He would do anything for those he called friends. And by 'better prospect', I have designed in my mind as 'marriage into money'. You see, dear readers, as I lived in comfort at the Meadow residence, I have realized how much more enjoyable my life could be when I was surrounded by luxury, how I hungered for the kind of respect that money, a lot of money, inspired in people around you. Call me shallow, but I have decided that although money might not buy happiness, it could buy me respect and luxury.