Okay guys, how many of you remember this story? Not many. That's okay
because I totally rewrote the whole thing. For those of you who do
remember, the chapters I posted previously have been switched around a bit.
The stuff I'm posting now is the new beginning. Confused yet? You should
try writing this mammoth thing, now that's confusion. I have a good
portion of it done now, and will be posting the new sections as I get them
edited and cleaned up. I'm hoping some feedback will spark my muse into
finishing the back stretch of this story. So please let me know what you
think
This story would not have gotten this far without a few people. Miriam, I just cannot think you enough for the work you have put into this. You are a Godsend to this non-spelling, grammar impaired writer. Patty (wherever you are) your twisted sense of humor never fails to make me laugh.
Rating R (there may be some things that bother people in future chapters. Consider yourself warned.)
A. N. This A. U. piece intersects with the normal timeline. The characters in this timeline are different, and the product of my own twisted imagination.
Disclaimer: Sorry Paramount. Had to be done.
Prologue: The Beginning
The Guardian of Forever. The protector of Time, and preserver of humanity. Saving us not only from powers outside our reckoning, but from ourselves as well.
More than Guardian, it is keeper, keeper of our stories. Stories of all that we were, what we are, and what we might become.
Every soul that has passed through this earthly plain, no matter how short, how long, how grand, or insignificant has a story to tell. And the Guardian is keeper of all of them.
It holds these stories, these crystal shards of our lives, waiting to share them with those who would ask. For only in the telling can the true power of a story unfold.
The woman, who stood before the circular stone monument in the Terrain year of 2368, was not unlike the others who came to the Guardian. Perhaps more battered than most. Wounds puckered the silky fabric of both her body and mind. Yet despite her beleaguered spirit, she came to the Guardian as others did, looking for answers.
No matter their initial reason for being there, in the end, it was always the same quest. The same eternal search for the answer to that all encompassing question. Why?
Why are we here? Why did it have to happen? Why are the Gods so cruel?
But it is not the Guardian's purpose to answer. All it can do is tell the stories. It is for those who see the stories to figure out why. For the answer lies inside all of us.
It always has.
This story would not have gotten this far without a few people. Miriam, I just cannot think you enough for the work you have put into this. You are a Godsend to this non-spelling, grammar impaired writer. Patty (wherever you are) your twisted sense of humor never fails to make me laugh.
Rating R (there may be some things that bother people in future chapters. Consider yourself warned.)
A. N. This A. U. piece intersects with the normal timeline. The characters in this timeline are different, and the product of my own twisted imagination.
Disclaimer: Sorry Paramount. Had to be done.
Prologue: The Beginning
The Guardian of Forever. The protector of Time, and preserver of humanity. Saving us not only from powers outside our reckoning, but from ourselves as well.
More than Guardian, it is keeper, keeper of our stories. Stories of all that we were, what we are, and what we might become.
Every soul that has passed through this earthly plain, no matter how short, how long, how grand, or insignificant has a story to tell. And the Guardian is keeper of all of them.
It holds these stories, these crystal shards of our lives, waiting to share them with those who would ask. For only in the telling can the true power of a story unfold.
The woman, who stood before the circular stone monument in the Terrain year of 2368, was not unlike the others who came to the Guardian. Perhaps more battered than most. Wounds puckered the silky fabric of both her body and mind. Yet despite her beleaguered spirit, she came to the Guardian as others did, looking for answers.
No matter their initial reason for being there, in the end, it was always the same quest. The same eternal search for the answer to that all encompassing question. Why?
Why are we here? Why did it have to happen? Why are the Gods so cruel?
But it is not the Guardian's purpose to answer. All it can do is tell the stories. It is for those who see the stories to figure out why. For the answer lies inside all of us.
It always has.