just had the idea, will work on it soon, dont know if i will take characters or not seeign as how the past has been to me on these things..... dont worry DN i am still working on our little.......... .......... * whispers* secret *hears wierd creepy music play*

should have the firt chapter up either later today or some time tomorrow, cross your fingers and wish me luck

Secret...

If this starts to suck you will have to forgive me, it ha been a while.

Chapter 1: Prelude of the begining

They say shadows neevr change. They say it is the same every day at the same time. But they are wrong. They say the reflection in any thing is the same, it never changes. Strike two. Thos who go deeper might say time never change. Again they are wrong. I know the secrets that time holds. What i know many have died trying to learn. To know my story, you would say that i had died.

When I was young the world was in another age. It was not developed, as it is now, but it had many things it does not have in today's time. Every thing that is now called superstition or illusion were real when I was born. I was born to a fmaily of middle class decent I guess you could call it. My mother was like every other woman of the time. As she came of age for the era she was on her back underneath those whom she allowed or those who forced her. Some how she had kept her beauty despite giving birth to a number of chidren by the time she had lived two decades. I was the last she was to bare sue to the complications of my birth.

As I was born to her, her body went into cunvulsions adn i was nearly not to be. My child hood was one of normality. I suffered the same thing as any other male child. Unlike those around me I favored the book and pen rathr then the swords or bows. But I could use each in turn if pressed. But I still favored the hunts as all did. But at the age of seventeen i did some thing, or rather i found some thing, that changed my life. You could say it changed it for all of time, after all I am here aren't I?

One day while on a hunt I ventured from my group. I pressed on deep into the woods. Soon, much to my surprise, I came to a small path. The fact that a path was there was not the strange part. It was lined with spikes of the finest and largest gems i had ever seen. Some sort of enchantment lay upon them for i could not get close enough to grasp them. So I did the only thing i was able to do, I followed the path.

After a bit it led em to a small lake that was few by several streams. In the middle of the lake there was a small isle, and convieniately enough a small brigde made of stone. Curious I crossed the bridge. Up close on the isle there was nothing to be seen save blades of grass. I stood on the center of this isle contemplating this. Then the ground gave way underneath my feet. All went dark.



(hope you like it.)

I really like it continue! It's interesting!

I'm curious,now suck us in .

well now that i know that more than one person will read it i will write the next chapter, but first i need to find some thing to keep me awake...

oot (out of text): the key word here is feed back people (no offense if you begin to have any) i write this for you and one other who is not participating within this messege board. The more feed back i get from you concerning the story the more eager i will be to post the next chapter. If you do not like some thing within the story, tell me what it is and why you do not like it, if you ar confused by some thing ( not calling any one dumb) ask me for clarification. Debate this text with me as it unfolds whether it is on a topic about what you like dislike or just don understand.



Chapter 2: Cocaphony of Time ( I'm sure i spelled that wrong for some reason)

Darkness. Darkness and a dull aching seemed all i know. My body does not seem to be there. I try to move my arm, if I am succesful I do not know it. I feel as if I am floating, though I know myself to be laying upon what i believe to be the ground. Why does the dull ache escalade into a sharp biting pain whenever my mind tells me I have parteken of another breathe? Do I still have eyes? Do I still have ears? Can I see? Can I hear? Darkness...

How much time has passed me by in my comatose-like state? Seconds? Minutes? Hours? Days? Weeks? Months? Years? Decades? Centuries? Milleniums? All time? No time? I am enveloped in darkness once more...

Are my eyes open? Do my ears listen? Am I alive or dead? Where do these visions come from? I see things as if time is advancing from it's very beginings to it's ends. Yet when it would seem it's end it seems to reverse itself and start over once more. Thrice the darkness has embraced me. Now it comes for a fourth...

Warmth. The dull ache is gone. It has been replaced by a softness. The darkness recedes. I awoke to find myself in my own bed. As i awoke many people are frantic about me. Their words seem jumbled. I can not make out even one. Soem one places a bowl in my hands. My hunger takes over. It tastes like broth of some sort. Yet it tastes strange. It tastes as if it was just made as much as it tastes stale and rotten at the same time. My stomache heaves yet I retaint he liquid. It seems as if darkness loves me as it takes me into it's arms as if we were constant lovers, and to it I submit...

The visions come to me again, though now I can see them clearly and hear more distinct things. I do not crave what I hear or see. I awaken again tot he same people, if time has passed they have not moved. I look at each in turn. In each face i see the parade of birth, life, then death in an instant each time I look at it. The same kind of broth is pressed upon me and it goes down the same way as well. A new sensation comes to me. I feel the cover and sheets as well as the mattress go from ebing new to being old to being in a decreptite state. The darkness takes me once more.


Forgive me if i have used certaim words wrongly, i do not use them, much less spell them, much.

For those who have been waiting for the next installment of this story I am sorry for the delay, i have been caught up in things beyond my control and soon I will write and post the next chapter, I hope you all will enjoy it.

patience is a virture best suited to those with long fuses.......action to those who don't...and purgatory for those inbetween.

hey guys I watched requieum for a dream the other day man was that a fucking trippy ass movie. highly suggest it.

*huge grin* hey guys guess what....doing this from school and all but still, when i can get internet back at my house i will trully post a new chapter on here, have it sitting and waiting to be typed up at home.

heh Guess what................ finally i have an Update for you all *throws confetti around*


Chapter 3: Unkown March

I feel as if I am swimming to the surface of a cold body of water with my eyes closed; it feels as if it is night as well. As a feeling of breaking the surface passes over me, I contemplate my dark mistress. She seems fleeting, running when i want her, approaching when I don't. As I open my eyes i find that it is ineed night and the candles and fire are lit. To my eyes the candles burn down and the fire turns to coals only to renew theirselves instantly.

Seeing this then watching the shadows flicker normally brings a smile to my lips. At least not everything succumbs to the way I see and feel the world. When she notices I am awake, the woman I presume to have helped nurse me back to health comes in to check on me. Silently she offers me some broth and a peice of bread to eat. Their visage changes from stage to stage as I am sure their taste will as well. Reluctantly I accept, knowing that regardless I must still partake of the necassary vitals of life.

She waits patiently for me to finish ingesting my food, then takes the tray away. A few minutes pass and a man come in. I do not recognize him at first as he is agin quicker than anything else that I have yet seen with me new eye. His features blur before me. Later I was to learn that this was indicative of the approach of true death. He puts forth a simple question to me of " How are you feeling?" and I cry out in shock.

My cry alarms him slightly, or so it seems. When I heard his voice, his identity became known to me; he is my uncle. When my mother died birthing me, my father spurned me from birth. It fell to my uncle to take care of me in order to assure my chances in life.

," Dacha, what it wrong?"

I shake my head hoping to be rid of this cursed vision from my eyes, it avails me nothing.

," Uncle I am confused. Why is it that you age so rapidly before my eyes only to return to your normal form and age over again?"

A mask of confusion passes over his face. He pulls a chair close to my bed and sits in it.

," What do you mean by 'you are agin rapidly?' If you are trying to play a prank on me, it is not really appreciated. Now calm yourself and tell me what you mean."

Quickly understanding dawned on me. It seems I was the only one who was afflicted with this strange sight, and, so I guessed, the only one who had all of their senses affected similarly. To give my self time to collect my thoguhts I asked a question that was bugging me. I asked how it was that I had come to be sickly and periodically unconscious in my own bed. His answer did not go along with the last memory I had before waking up in my bed.

Apparently a few days had passes since I left out on a hunt. The others had returned that day assuming that I would do so as well. Finally they grew anxious and set out to search for me. I had been found in the most curious manner. As my fellow men neared a clearing in seach of me, some thing caused a bright flash of light in the middle of it and, running forward to investigate, they found me in the most pitiful position. I was covered in dirt and lose brush, my clothing was torn into tatters, and other than being covered in burns and lacerations the only othger thing wrong with me was that I was unconscious.

I was picked up and carried home where i was bathed and my wounds bandaged in clean linen and put to bed. There were one or two nurses watchign my in shifts of six hours, they were all attributed to me regaining my helth and losing my deathly parllor. After this explination my uncle wanted one for a question of his one. Thinking i might now a little bit about what happened to me (seems he forgot that I already told him I only remember events prior) he put forth the question.

I related to him the events leading to what happened - leaving on the hunt, finding the trail with the strange gems that led to the area in which the ground collapsed under me. After I told him that I remembered nothing else before waking up in my bed. As my strange tale unfolded I watched his face. The only thing he seemed to grasp about my tale was that it seemed fantastical and he, more than likely, thought I was delerious due to an illness I seems to still suffer from.

My suspicions as to his suspicions were confirmed when he muttered a simple " I see" then appeared to become lost in thought with his chin resting on his fist. No doubt he was thinking of cures and remedies that were said to treat such ailments - that or the best doctor within easy reach of our house. In truth part of me hoped he was right and that indeed i was really delerious, but part of me knew that delusion was far from the truth. I decided in the end to do nothing more than recover from what ever it was that happened to me.

After i recovered there would be plenty of time to find the answers i still needed. If only I would have known how much time there was left for me. Maybe it was for the best I did not know, or else I am sure it would have driven me madder than a Mad Hatter in the month of March.



I hope you enjoy this and i did not deviate from the feel of things in the story after such a long abscence.