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Prologue To A Half Angels Burden |
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In a deep white mist the figure of a young man stands staring off into the distance. Only the back of his head and top of his shoulders can be seen through the swirling fog. Slowly, he becomes more visible as the mist seems to solidify onto him. He is a deep pale, but, as the mist around him shrinks away, it looks like more of a shine then a byproduct of disease. His hair is short but the pure white makes it stand out, even against his fair skin. As the mist recedes just below his shoulders white wings clearly spread out while the mist around him finishes turning into a white and silver robe. The man starts to turn and his face becomes more visible when a bright flash engulfs everything. Sigeal wakes up with a flash light in his face. “Spencer what did you do that for? This time I almost saw him!” Instead of hearing the strong, overly sarcastic voice he expected Sigeal hears a barely audible, though she was not whispering, very feminine voice reply “Quiet down your still in class.” As she puts away the flashlight he sits up and looks around. Seeing desks and all his classmates he thinks ‘So I am in class, but which one?’ He looks around and sees Mr. Keith ranting, luckily, on the other side of the room. ‘It’s history.’ He lets out a sigh at the thought. ‘I wouldn’t mind it so much if we learned more then his history “Abduction” or something.’ He turns toward the girl that had woken him. “Sarah where did you get Spencer’s flashlight?” She turns back toward him, deciding to talk instead of listen to the small short bald man making no sense. “He gave it to me so I could wake you up without making too much noise. Now it’s my turn. How is it that you can fall asleep, in the middle of class no less, and not remember anything when you wake up.” He lets out another sigh. ‘Why does she care so much?’ “I don’t fall asleep it’s a daydream.” She gives him a smug smile. “It can’t be a daydream if your unconscious. Also you didn’t answer my other question.” He stares at Sarah and starts thinking about her dark hair, lovely smile, dark green eyes, and that strange look of understanding in those eyes that make talking to her so easy. In truth her eyes have a look of understanding because she can sometimes read people’s thoughts through their expressions, as she was doing now. She gives him a genuine smile. “See that’s daydreaming.” He notices what he had been doing and he decides to pretend it didn’t happen. “I don’t remember, and it’s not sleep because I am in a sort of trance. It is my brain telling me things I can’t see through metaphor....I think.” Amazingly she did not tell him how stupid that sounded, or that he was being over imaginative without a second thought like she did last time he said anything about it six months ago. Instead, after about a minute of pondering, she replies with an earnest sound of concern that shocks Sigeal “I don’t like the fact that you have been changing so much. First it was just the ‘trances’ as you put it, but now you even look different. Your hair is so much darker it seem like a whole new shade of black, your skin is lighter, and glows compared to your hair, and your eyes seem to change color almost every day. Then your posture is better and you look as solid as a brick wall, while you move around with no energy. You fall asleep and seem concerned only for the things you see in your dreams. The odd thing is that you have a look of meaning, or purpose would probably be a better term. If it is for the things you see when you sleep let it go. You don’t want to have your life centered around a fantasy world you see only in your dreams.” He shakes his head. After the initial shock he was ready for something like that. “Think about it. If I didn’t see the importance it has here and now I wouldn’t be trying so hard to see the whole vision. I-” She cuts him off. “It’s a vision now?” “I thought it was just a dream but after the first week of always being able to remember what happened and the fact it always got longer led me to believe it is not just some dream. So, I will see the whole thing and go from there. It is something I have to do. Plus some my first trances showed me things which have started to happen recently, and I feel a sense of urgency when I think about this one which keeps appearing intermediately.” “The way you say that makes you sound believable,-” The bell rings and everyone else in the room rushes to lunch. “-but you still have to understand my skepticism Sigeal.” ‘What is with her today. She used my name directly to me, she never does that. Does she know something I don’t?’ She reaches over and grabs his hand as a reassuring gesture and when he looks in her eyes they glaze over, but keep a strong stare. The next thing he knows he is in the mist holding hands with Sarah and as what he had seen before starts to appear, in order this time, the mist disappears and the images became clear. After a few minutes they both awake in panic. They had become different people after all the things they had seen. The instant they see they are back they both shout in unison.“We have to find Spencer now, before it is too late!” They bolt out the door hoping that the angel of the vision could be found before it was to late for their best friend and the key piece to this dangerous puzzle they had just became a part of. By: Aki
Aki Norikaeru · Tue Feb 13, 2007 @ 02:28am · 0 Comments |
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Edited: In a universe full of alternate realities where concepts are based on random data how can we be sure of anything, I mean all we can gather can be little more then speculation. I mean what if time is really random moments instead of consecutive moments which would mean that our future is already preset. And we could have memories of moments that have not occurred in centuries. Crazy huh. With our different memories, points of view, places (i.e. where we are at any given time), etc. even if two people witness the same thing to the individual it was different. That is to say if two people saw a taken, in a relationship, boy, lets say Bob, walk a another girl around campus and hug her that event is different to the girlfriend who is hurt and sends a nasty break up email, then to a close friend of Bob who thinks it is nice to see Bob show his sister the ropes of her new school. The same thing with two different truths, he hugged another girl, and he was trying to help his sister make an easy transition. It means truth is relative, so we can make reality what we want, in a way. It also adds to the belief that we cannot truly understand each other, and how could we when even shared events are different? Hmmmm so if we did have a clone it wouldn’t be you just like if there is a set of twins they may be inclined towards something but because they are separate they would be different beings entirely.
Aki Norikaeru · Sun Oct 08, 2006 @ 02:16am · 0 Comments |
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First off nothing can exist without its opposite. So if something is being destroyed, I mean every last part of it, it will come back or the concept retaliative will disappear to keep reality in tact. Life is there so there can be an existence and nonexistence, for there is no time if there is nothing to account for it and the same counts for reality. Then there would only be matter floating, for I doubt energy could exist without creating life. Also with the fact two equal opposites makes zero so if there ever was total equal liberum there would be nothing not even nothing. I fear that if some idiot with the ability to fully utilize the brain they might try to make the “perfect” world, not in the near future. This would probably mean they would try to obliterate to many intangible things like evil or make things too equal. And if your wondering why when something is equal to its opposite it doesn’t disappear it is because something is else is unequal. So when I think about it deeper that means that the “it” I was referring to earlier cannot happen because everything would be equal, but the amount of things equal to the amount of things unequal, which lets us live by a slim loop hole. You might have to reread that last part a few times. well I mean it cannot occur naturally if someone with such power and stupidity did exist it could destroy this frail system of existence. For future reference “it” is the nothingness where not even nonexistence is possible. believe that we know everything, but like a good riddle you can’t think of it until it pointed out at which point its obvious. I got this idea when thinking how can we think come to conclusions or know things we were never thought, when the only scientific explication is electrical currents. Well I think it is always in our heads but it is in riddles and our individual minds have different ways of thinking making some of the riddles apparent, and others harder then they need to be. So our personality and learning skills are based on how our brains are programed. Someone who looks at things backwards and forwards before registering it might be good at unscrambling words. But then again I could be reading the riddle wrong, so to speak,lol.
Aki Norikaeru · Thu Oct 05, 2006 @ 07:43am · 0 Comments |
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