[center][h1][color=fdc68a]Once Upon Alegria[/color][/h1][/center]
A comedy/romance/friendship fanfiction based around the characters of [url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/91721-athalia-academy-season-four-back-on-track-freaking-finally-amirite/ooc]Athalia Academy[/url], where everybody is mortal and has no special powers of any kind.

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[center][i][h3][u][color=6ecff6]Table of Contents[/color][/u][/h3][/i]
[i][b][url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/3604183]Vignette I[/url]
[url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/3604205]Vignette II[/url]
[url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/3604223]Vignette III[/url]
[url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/3604233]Vignette IV[/url]
Vignette V
Vignette VI
Vignette VII[/b][/i][/center]

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[center][i][h3][color=6ecff6]Prologue[/color][/h3][/i][/center]

[i]There were several things that drove a neighborhood. The first thing that determined nearly everything was relationships. Relationships held much of a neighborhood together. Whether it be the friendly, familial, or romantic kind, such relationships ensured that the people in the neighborhood would be aware that they can rely on each other. A good flow of relationships guaranteed a loose, yet formulative chain of improving friendships.

The second thing that determined a good neighborhood was environment. A good environment that brought people closer naturally set up the grounds for relationships to blossom. And the last, small, yet important thing that rounded up the neighborhood was activity. That much was self-explanatory, really. The more people stuck with each other, the better the chances they get to know each other. Of course, there would be a problem if they got to know each other more through their fists, so getting to know people with friendly talk and good intentions was much better for a healthy long-term friendship.

Sycamore Heights, dubbed "Syca-Heights" by its younguns, was one of such neighborhoods that had a great balance of relationships.

Established long after the continent of Lavanya had been founded, Sycamore Heights was both small and packed. Plenty of houses sat in rows within the residential district, scattered here and there; many of them were quite close to each other, so it was not a hard chore to walk from one side of a row of houses to the end of the other. There were also several apartments not too far off from the pack of houses, and the town itself was reasonably sized for what it was.

Not many cars were driven strictly within Syca-Heights, most of them being used only when people needed to outright leave the town to get to another place. Much of its residents preferred to walk, not because driving in the town was uncomfortable, but because... well, it was already small enough to make walking a bit less tedious than using a hunk of metal to move.

And most of the residents liked the fresh air of Syca-Heights. It was a good contrast from the heavy air found in many cities.

A visitor to the small neighborhood entered a flower shop, the jingling of bells softly announcing his visit. Turning to the customer, a beautiful, lily-haired woman turned with a bright smile.

"Hello," she said gently as she greeted the visitor. Just as she always did.

It was hard to not like visitors in Syca-Heights, after all.[/i]