A/N: This is my first Tintin Fanfiction, so any constructive criticism and comments would be greatly appreciated! I grew up with Tintin, so to finally get around to writing a fanfic about 8 years later, I hope it goes well. Reviews will be read and cherished forever, so you're welcome to please leave your thoughts.

Disclaimer: Tintin and all characters, settings, and ideas referenced to from the comics © Hergé.

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The World:

Tintin had always seen the world as a vastly fascinating place, which soon became the main reason behind his travels.

Becoming a reporter was just convenience, something that would pay him for doing what he loved best.

He was quite intelligent despite his young age, and his bright ideals were often reflected in the way he interacted with others, making him a very pleasant person to talk with and be around.

His closest friend, Snowy, followed him loyally to every corner of the earth he would visit.

He couldn't have asked for more. In the beginning, this had been enough.

A/N: Tell me what you think~