Here I go

Hi there,

I'm sure that if you are here you already know a bit about me but I will introduce myself once more.

My name is Elisabeth Heart and I am one of the spirits who lives in the body of a French girl. She named me, using derivatives of her own names; of that I am proud.

I am a dreamy spirit and I love sharing my dreams. That is the reason why I started to write as soon as I came to life. After all, it is the very purpose of my existence. I live in the French girl's head just to write and dream.

The early stirrings on my consciousness happened a day of March. Winter was giving its goodbyes on this rainy day and, lazily, the French girl was looking for pictures of Roy Mustang (Fullmetal Alchemist) on the internet, when she came by one of these 'fanfictions'.

What is that ? she asked herself.

It was a story involving a girl that she had never seen in Fullmetal Alchemist, and so, curious, she read and kept reading.

It was rather badly written, though, and original character was so perfect and beautiful and strong, that the frenchy found herself laughing, a lot, while reading her adventures. Avidly, she searched for more and more. She spent days reading long and short stories, dramatic or humorous, always involving original character and their romantic roller-coasters  with the flame alchemist. Too soon, she had exhausted every last one of these stories, and so, the French girl found herself looking for ones involving Portgas D. Ace (One Piece).

That was then that she learned the death of the young man.

She had never read the manga until then and... it was a shock.

How can someone die in One Piece ? she thought.

At that moment, she was so sad that, silently, I took shape in her mind. I gave her hope and she gave me a name. I would create a girl just for the freckled pirate and, in her eyes, he would find the love he needed, and so will she. I named her after me, mostly because my imagination was still very young and naming wasn't my strongest point.

All in all, I came to life with little strong points. The French girl had never written anything before but I was hopeful. I would learn and I never stopped learning. My every days are filled with discoveries and the French girl watches my improvements with amazement. I am eager, and never satisfied. I occupy my host's mind as much as she let me, while my story invades mine.

There is nothing more to say. I live for my story, and it lives because I want to share my dream. The growing number of readers keeps me going and they bring me joy when I'm low.

Thank you.
I'm not sure that you managed to read this to the end but, for once, I wrote it for me.

I'm Elisabeth Heart, a dream who came to life to give Portgas D. Ace another one.