Intro

I stood there, as the earth had broken beneath us, and we were going to fall into the crack, but me and _ just held each other's hands and ran. We had to reach the pieces.

"THERE IT IS, THE APPLE OF EDEN! QUICKLY _, GRAB IT!" As I grabbed the apple, _quickly did something to it that I could not describe. As I held it, I felt power course through my veins…unstable power. _ held onto it as well, and I saw his eyes role to the back of his head, right before mine did. Everything felt so…placed together…as if god put this giant puzzle together and admired it…until it ended. I was falling down the crack, the apple in one hand, and His hand in the other.

"_..._ _ _ _ _!" He said.

"_ _ _?" I replied. He paused for a second and spoke out.

"…_ _ _!"

I wake up, crying. I was only eight when the dreams started to become more and more noticeable. My father and mother came into the room. That was when I realized I wasn't crying, I was screaming, as if in agony, and as I did, I held my ears and curled up into a big ball.

"Carla, this is the eighth time this week, she needs help! The company can help her if you allow them!"

"NO ERIK! IM NOT TRUSTING ABSTERGO WITH MY CHILD! THEY HAVE YOU WRAPPED AROUND THERE FINGER ALREADY, IM NOT GOING TO SIT BACK AND WATCH THEM FUCK WITH MY DAUGHTER'S MIND!" Dad started to dial a number I was too young to remember, and minutes later, the men came, and they carried off lil old me, still screaming like I was dying…burning…as they carried me out on a portable bed like thing, I saw Mom attacking Dad with a knife. It was strange, he used to have an eye there, but as Mommy ripped the blade from that area, his eye wouldn't leave the knife. Then a big guy hit her and she fell asleep. I wanted to go to sleep as well, so I did. When I woke up, I found myself hooked up to some sort of chair. There were tubes everywhere, and things I couldn't comprehend at the time. I heard the men speak, but faintly.

Then they charged up the chair, and it stung, it stung so much, that I didn't like it, and it blew up and I was on the floor, bleeding on my back, face, and leg. I remember Mommy trying to carry me out of that place. Then I heard a bang and she fell on the floor right in front of the woods. She was so tired that all she could tell me to run and don't stop. I knew what this was! I was the best at tag, and I made a promise to sleepy Mommy that wouldn't wake up…I promised that no matter what…through all of it, no matter what…id finish what I started…My name is Renata Canopus, today I'm keeping my promise by running and never looking back. Strange…some call me "the second"…why? Is there a first? I hope that there is someone out there that's like me…because this stupid world can be lonely…but no one can be like me…I have nightmares…where I am other people…I see like…the holocaust…the world wars…and this word always comes back…all the time and its creepy…I hope the first can explain it...these…these pieces…of something…I think it's of Ivy or Eden…I'm not sure…