In this thread is where we will post all the metaplot changes and continuing. It will include links to metaplot events and summeries written by staff members and any written metaplot jumps that the staff dose. Here I will place the first of the metaplot events and then update as updates come. If you are new this is where you can find out everything that happened, from begining to end. From the first meeting of Time and Fate to the death of Time and a new Past Legacy Corp building. Read and learn young one, after all knowlege is the key to life.
When Time Meets Fate
The street was crowded with people bustling to finish their evening shopping before the market stalls closed for the night. Voices rose and descended as merchants and customers bartered over prices of barley and apples. Children in rags ran around, bumping into strangers, grabbing at accessible purses and being shooed away by the adults.
The sun was setting and casted a shadow of a young man, barely more than a boy, dressed in simple traveling attire stood in the middle of the dirt packed street, staring skywards. His clear blue eyes were watching the clouds slowly form into a storm before he turned his eyes to a fluttering moth before him.
Time was drawing close; he could feel it, though he still wasn't able to define it into terms of days or hours. Giving a tired sigh, he moved towards the sigh and out of the way of angry riders, the moth settling on his crown of hair as if it were nothing but dust.
"Mother, I'm going to go this way!" The young girl decided, staring up at the woman dressed in merchant clothing, the girl's tiny hand tugging on the worn skirt the woman wore. The woman, busy making sure nobody stole from her and her husband's cart of handcrafted items, merely nodded and hurriedly shooed the girl away.
At first, the girl amused herself by setting her spider free and chasing the fast moving, cunning creature. Then, as time wore on, she found herself chased by a few of the other merchant's children...after all, an orange-eyed child was a rarity now, and definitely something to tease someone about.
As the girl ran away from her whooping pursuers, she turned to see how much distance had lapsed between the two, completely forgetting to watch where she was going.
Then she felt a pang of recognition. The event she was waiting for, it was here...! With an excited gasp, she turned her head to see at last where she was going....
...And literally ran into the boy with the clear blue eyes.
Stumbling back a few steps, the boy held his mid section as a little girl rammed her pretty little her head into his gut. Grunting, he stood up straight and stared hard at the girl. The knowledge that the time had come had hit him as hard as the girl had though it wouldn't leave such a colorful bruise.
As footsteps fell onto his ears, the young man looked up to see that there were more children. Guessing at why, he gave them a hard narrowed glare, sending them scattering back towards their own games.
A smile spreading quickly, he turned to face the little girl with the strange eyes again and said simple, "It’s about time.”
The girl only stared at him, her eyes wide with surprise. This was the event she was waiting for? Meeting a Boy at Market? Boys, ew. But this one...was different some how. He felt kind of...familiar, yet not.
"Time?" She parroted innocently, not remembering to thank him for scaring off the other kids, nor did she remember to apologize for running into him. After a moment of thinking, the younger girl replied. "...It’s like Fate."
After that, she didn't know what to do. The girl just stood there, staring at the older boy and clasping her hands shyly behind her back. "A-are you..." She started suddenly, hesitant for obvious reasons. "Uhm..." Another pause, and her attention turned to her sandaled feet. "Like...me...?" Her head remained downcast, but her orange eyes rose hesitantly, trying to nonchalantly see his reaction to her outlandish question.
Stuffing his hands into his pockets, he slouched over to be at eye level with the orange eyes. He flashed her a smile and winked. Perhaps she didn't know? She was still young that she may not.
Running a hand through his chestnut brown hair, he began to introduce himself, "I'm called Prosper, Prosper Reed. And that there," he nodded upwards towards the dust colored moth with decorative wings, "is Aeon, my Key."
Prosper waited for a reaction and introduction, figuring that the girl would quickly pick up that he indeed was one of her kind.
As shy as she was, the girl couldn't help but peek up at the boy before her. He was...being nice to her? After she asked such a strange thing? Slowly her confidence rose, and she was able to look directly at him, her almond shaped eyes wide in awe. She was so excited, someone just like her! Finally!
"Prosper...Reed and...Ehon?" She repeated back slowly, trying to say the names as he did, only knowing she couldn't quite get her tone to match his. Oh well. Then, she pointed at herself, clearly cheering up. "Moirah! I'm Moirah! My Mum says my other name is Graves, so that makes me Moirah Graves! My key Mors..." Then, Moirah stopped, looking around herself for said key. Her small hands pet at her clothes, ruffled through her mass of dirty hair...and still, no sign of her key. That was, of course, until she looked at Prosper, then pointed.
"Oh, I found him! My key is crawling up your leg!"
An eyebrow quirked up as the boy bent over to look at his pants leg. There certainly was something on him, a spider. Calm, he brought a hesitant hand near the creature while Aeon fluttered in terror around his ear, but stopped as he pulled back his hand.
Straightening, Prosper stuck out his leg towards the little girl. His face tilted downwards so that his shaggy-like bangs covered the faint blush of embarrassment on his face, hands stuffed in his pockets.
"Umm... mind retrieving the fellow?" The chestnut haired boy asked in a clam-like voice though the his face turned a lovelier shade of pink.
Moirah didn't think to take Night off of Prosper. Instead, she clasped her hands behind her back and smiled innocently, watching the older boy go to pet her lovely key.
At least, she thought he was petting Night.
"Oh! Okay!" Kneeling in such a way that her knees rested against her chest, she cupped her hands around the orb spider and picked him up, letting the arachnid go in her shaggy, dirty hair. After a moment of contemplative silence, the young girl looked shy again, and her head tilted downwards while her hands clasped in front of her.
"Uhm...Prosper...are we...the only ones?"
He watched with relief as the small girl took away the spider. Letting out the breath he had been holding, he straightened and ran a hand through his chestnut hair.
The question was one he had anticipated, but still he looked skywards squinting as his right hand reached into his pocket to grasp at something. For a moment he closed his eyes before opening them.
He had an answer.
Bending down on one knee he looked at the Moirah and gave her a encouraging smile, "For now yes, but later there will be many others. You'll understand yourself when you grow a little more." Then he ruffled the girl's hair playfully and stood back up.
"But for now. We grow and learn and wait. We'll be all they have, guardian and teacher." His serious tone drifted away into light and playful, "At least until their own comes to find them."
Moirah went quiet for a moment, as if she were thinking. "It'll be a long time..." She said rather broken-heartedly. "Or...I'll be waiting a long time." She corrected, still looking rather unhappy. She didn't know why or when, but she knew it would be perhaps a lifetime yet before she could help Prosper. She didn't know if he knew just how long she'd have to wait, but somehow, she didn't feel it was right to tell him what she'd predicted.
Then, the girl attempted to flatten her already messy, unkempt hair with a thin giggle. "But its okay, when I do get to help I'll be sure to do as much as I can!" With a fit of laughter, Moirah raised her arms as if she were lifting something heavy. Night, unappreciative of this movement, made an unusual noise and crawled into the sleeve of Moirah's peasant dress.
"So...what do we do now?" She asked curiously, wondering if something special would happen.
Holding out hand he grinned at her, "Now? Right now we'll go find a nice merchant stall with meat pies and drink."
The little brunette was right. There was no need to worry about the future at the moment knowing how much time would need to past before those responsibilities fell on them. Prosper knew they would live long lives. They had a lifetime and more to prepare the way.
Moriah perked up. "Meat pies?! Oh YAY!" Her small arms went straight into the air, her fists closed with glee. She liked meat pies, and she was hungry, hurray for suggestions!
"Moirah! Moirah Graves! Time to go!" A woman cried out, before she could follow Prosper. Sighing, she looked at her new friend and comrade sadly.
"Sorry Prosper, I wanted to go...But I can't now! I'll see you later, okay?" Moirah hugged the older boy tightly, waving to him before running off to find her foster mother.
That night, Moirah's Family made a sudden and abrupt move overseas...and, like her prediction dictated, she never saw Prosper again.
