Some people say the end is only the begging. Then wouldn't that also mean that the beginning is just the end of something else? What about the middle? Is it just a empty space just waiting to be filled? Time the the thread that interlocks them together?
A never ending mystery that baffles the world even today. However, one thing has always been certain. Time can only flow in one direction, forwards. Does it really though? What if it moves erratically, skipping in an instant. Different time periods pausing and playing at different points. All connected and interdependent. All oblivious of the others existence.
Not all are oblivious as they may seem. They watch it unfold through their glistening path. Their road of stars. Eyes every color of the rainbow filter their vision unlike others, the eyes of the cursed. Forced to silently watch the pain of the world. However few their numbers , even fewer have actually dared to walk the path. Instead taking solace in those that lived. For if they had dared, they would know the true curse. The curse of the Forbiddens, those forced to forever jump into time.
But know we watch, and listen to the sweet deep melody of a Tenor Saxophone. The musician, Clara, slowly played out to time with a longing sadness. She was fair skinned,with stunning blue eyes, and stood at a height of 5'9" She wore a loose back t-shirt with a yin-yan symbol on it, a pair of jean shorts, and some flats Light breeze passes over the path pushing back the shoulder length raven locks of the musician. She freezes mid-note and removes the mouth piece from in between her pink lips. She let's go of the instrument and let's it hang from her neck, slightly wrinkling her clothes.
"Lane," the sax player spoke, voice a little cracked from hours of not talking,"I know you're here. Come out!"
A minor tornado spun to life next to the raven haired teen, she watched it, not surprised in the least. Even less so when it came to a stop revealing another teen around the same age as her. He wore a black button up, a pair of jeans, and had a tux jacket hanging from two fingers caste over his shoulder. The one thing he did not adorn, however, were shoes. His skin was darker than her's, and short curly dark hair sat atop his head. While his mouth was stuck in its usual cocky smirk, his strange obsidian eyes shone with disappointment.
"How'd you know it was me?" Lane asked,. His voice deep and wispy like the winds he controlled. A slight English accent seeped through it.
Clara scoffed, "The wind follows you everywhere."
"And fire sticks to you like glue, but I never know where you are." He said, " So how do you do it?"
She gave a sigh, "Why are you here Lane?"
"Huh?" He asked.
"Surely you didn't come here to ask me stupid questions you know I can't answer." Clara stated.
"Can't or won't?" Lane asked.
"Lane!!!" She screamed.
"Fine, fine." He said giving in, "Falcon assigned a mission."
"To whom?" Their features suddenly went serious. Falcon was the ruler of the road, so if you moved hear he was your boss. He was calculative and cruel. He also never did anything without reason. And when he gave out missions everything moved to his advantage.
"You." He said, "Just a simple recruiting one though, so don't worry."
She glared at Lane. The was nothing simple about a recruiting mission, accept maybe the fact that the person is already chosen before hand. Then again recruiting missions were the easiest missions given out.
"Who's it gonna be this time?" She asked, a little down.
"An unawakened from 2014," he sat down on the edge of the road letting his feet swing back and forth. He handed her a file and a map, "her name's Liz Hollow. Coordinates are marked on the map."
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