Time. A linear existence that exists from moment to moment, nothing exists outside of time. The sun will not rise or set. They planets would stop in their orbits and collapse into the sun. Life would cease to exist, and all things would simply...stop.
At least that is what we are taught. In truth, time is a knot work of lines, each existing in their own moment of space, but as a full part of the whole. If one time is touched then the effects will cascade through out the existence of all. This is the law. This is unquestionable.
There are those who exist within the patchwork of time, those who travel, who search to make right what has been turned wrong. Once many, now one stands alone against the tide. Or so he believed. So he traveled, from one side of the universe to the next, but always returning to one world in the end. Always the same, always Earth.
It was there that it began. The one who claimed the heart of the traveler. The one who became the Bad Wolf. The one who looked into the Vortex and lived. The one lost and gained again.
How do I know this story? I know it because I lived it.
I see everything that can happen, everything that will happen, and everything that has happened. I play among the time streams like a child with a ball and jack. I whisper of other worlds in my dreams and I see the void in my waking thoughts.
I am the light and the darkness. I am the truth and the lie. I am life through death. I am the Oncoming Storm. I am the Bad Wolf. I am the abomination.
I am Iella Nu Dedonoren in the old language. But most know me as Ella Rose Tyler.
And this is my story.
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