I was thinking about writing a story, using an idea I had a while ago, let me know whether you would like to see more of it. Admittedly, I'm not exactly the best at grammar, punctuation... or English as a whole. So there will be somethings that will piss you off but I don't understand how betas work and to be honest, I'm just too lazy to find out. Hopefully it's not the most horrible thing you've read.

Time. It's such a mysterious thing. Everybody lives by it, it controls them, yet it goes unnoticed. Every day people schedule their day using time; to sleep; to eat; to work and to have some fun. It controls our every decision and our lives in a whole. It's quite the anomoly for society's behaviour, isn't it? I mean, if there was a goth; an emo; a lesbian; a gay man or a disabled person, they would be judged to the highest decree. Why? It's because people do not understand it. So why is it that everybody simply doesn't care that time controls them? They simply live by it. For centuries it's been like that. Many people, men and women, have taken an interest to the mystery in time. They made amazing discoveries and that was great, for mankind. For my brother and I it was never enough, after all wizards could do things scientists couldn't, such as control time. Of course it's harder than it sounds.

You see, when you try to change things or control things, it mostly, always causes huge backlash. I should have said no when my brother suggested it but I always wanted to make him… proud of me? I don't really know to be honest. So when he came to me and told me of a way to summon something, something powerful to help us control time, I agreed. Death. We summoned Death. He didn't have a figure, he was just a dark mist, covered in a thin cloak. His dense dark form loomed over us as he demanded who had summoned him. Admittedly, I was beyond frightened. Had you of been there, you would understand. His voice made my skin crawl, it was so dull; lifeless and monotone. His misty eyes darker than the night sky, it was as though his eyes could kill you in a simple blink, it wouldn't surprise me if they could.

When we asked him for the ability to control time, he changed, I could have swore I saw a smirk within the black cloud. Now I know why! He gave us the ability alright, my brother controlled time but grew old and I was sent to different times; different wars but every time it was a new life. Every time I would begin my journey as a baby; I would grow up; I would fall in love; marry, have children and then the war I was sent to fight in would come. Every time my family would be killed, it seemed to be Death's personal joke, his own private entertainment. I stopped every war except one. I had managed to defy Death for four hundred years, Death was not happy. Oh, no he wasn't. I managed to keep the land peaceful for four hundred years and that wasn't what Death wanted. A war erupted. One man manged to convince a lot of people to join his cause, they managed to kill thousands, hundreds of thousands. I'm not completely sure whether it was fear or respect but my people began to join him by the thousands. It became so bloody. My wife died near the beginning, my new born son followed not long after, the king of peace was gone. My armour was polished; my sword was sharpened; my bow and my quiver was enchanted. The time I was in had only pure magic, only few knew how to control it, others refused to try. I was known as a grand sorcerer, that's one of the reasons I managed to keep the land so peaceful. The thing is their king, my protege, knew magic too and because of that it was the most costly war I had ever been in and I've been in my fair amount. It all ended when I had my daughter dying in my arms, it wasn't that long ago, not really.

Memory

The sky glowed crimson red. The earth was dead. Ashes rained from the sky. I had my daughter dying in my arms. Her skin as white as a ghost, her body writhing underneath me. Tears slid down her cheeks as she screamed in agony.

"Please father, stop the pain." She begged staring into my somber eyes. "I can't take this anymore father. Please."

I looked into her eyes, seeing the life drain away slowly, I knew what I had to do. "Shh…" I whispered into her ear before dragging my hand across the floor to retrieve my dagger. "You're going to be alright." I felt a tear burn my cheek, she smiled at me and nodded. I drove my dagger through her heart. Her body stilled as her eyes became lifeless. I heard him mocking me, laughing about what he had done. I roared into the crimson sky as the dust landed on my face. I lay my daughters limp body upon the floor before standing. There he stood; his long, dark, black hair blown back by the sudden gush of wind, his pasty skin emblodening his dark black eyes. Tornados circled us, the earth shook, the sky roared with fury, the enraged ocean crashed towards us.

It became very clear that this was the end.

"Why? She was just a child. Is this what you wanted? Is it? You challenged me, for what? They cared for you like you were there own, they worshipped you! This is how you repay them? You paint the streets with their blood, you torment, torture and slaughter our loved ones." I fell to my knees, all of the fight I had left was gone, it had left with my daughter. "For what? Power? What will that get you now, there is nobody left. My kingdom gone, you will never sit upon my throne. My people massacred, you will never feel the power or the love of leading them..."

"Forgive me for not caring." He interrupted with a whisper, his voice was monotone, he drew closer. "I simply wanted you dead. You humiliated me, destroyed my family name and then you banished me from the kingdom. I was the true heir of that throne. It should have been I who sat upon that throne. I would have, if not for you." The man shouted, although it was barely heard through the thunder and the wind.

"For me? I saved this land. I returned this land to peace. You were the heir but so was your father and his father and his father. You wish to know why you will never sit upon my throne? Look around you." The man didn't even take a second glance at the blood that flooded the floor, nor the bodies that were sprawled throughout the streets. "This is why. You could never be a king. You're barely human." I gathered all the strength that I had left, which was not a large amount, and pounced towards the man digging my sword deep into his gut. I felt an immense pain, as I glanced down I saw that he too had managed to impale his sword, straight threw my lung. I gasped for air.

"Seems we leave this realm together." He chuckled lightly. "Figures."

"You first." I spat retrieving an arrow from my quiver and dropped myself further onto his blade, before dragging my arrow into his chest and dragging it through his heart. Then there was a bright light. I found myself in a long, white, narrow hallway.

3rd person.

Within the hallway was two men. One was dressed in a bright white robe, which matched his long white hair and beard. His blue eyes dull as though lifeless, his face filled with pain. The other was naked. He had fine long black hair, eyes bluer than the clear sky. His eyes were filled with rage, scars littered his body, not much skin was left untouched. He was smothered in dried blood, it clung to his skin in an unnatural way.

The naked man looked up at the bright man. "Brother you must send me back. I can change it this time. I will change it this time." he begged with determination, hope written across his face.

"It can not be done." The bright man commented. "It is not allowed. You know the rules, you go there once, you live there once and you die there once… then you move on." he added sullenly. "You gave them 400 more years brother."

"It was pointless. This is pointless. I keep doing this, they always end up dead. Every single time." The naked man commented. "I receive nothing from this. This was not a gift."

The bright man nodded hesitantly. "You wish not to do this again?"

"I can't do this again brother. They're all dead. This time it's irreversable."

"No. There was a large population left. They used there magic to bring others back. The world continues." The bright man said his voice still lifeless. "The magical force has been damaged greatly, in a few centuries there will be a species of men and women who will never even believe magic is real, never mind the fact that they will never feel it flow through their bodies." The naked man looked up in hope. "They were not brought back little brother." he sighed deeply "I know it's hard little brother but you must remember you saved the world. Even if it was just because you prolonged it a few centuries."

"I don't feel any more big brother. 19 wives and 54 children, that's how many people I have loved, they've all died… right in front of my eyes. So why do I keep doing this? What do I get out of this? I'm two millennia years old. So brother, no. No I don't want to ever do this again." The naked man commented his voice enraged but his face showed just how broken he was.

"Okay." The bright man answered simply. The naked man looked up in confusion. "You will not do this again after this next one."

"Brother..."

"I'm not playing you little brother." The bright man snapped coldly. "You think I enjoy watching you die, you think I enjoy watching you cradle the people you love in your arms as they die, you think I enjoy sending you back to another war? I don't!" he continued aggressively before calming his tone. "This time the war I send you to is in the time… 1994. You will protect a girl called Delacour." He waved his hand through the air. The naked man was now clothed however his form was younger, a child. He was clothed in white armour, he looked like a white knight. He had a long blue glassed sword which was sheathed by his side, the handle sticking out was pure black as though it was charcoal, a purple light surrounded it. A bow was strung over his back, next to a small quiver which was made out of dragon hide, it held one arrow which had a strange crimson glow about it. "She will trust you more in this form. Your name will be Thomas "Tom" Black, I've already talked to your descendant, Sirius Black, whose agreed to pretend to be your "father" for a while. After I freed him for a crime he didn't commit. Time for you to go little brother."

The boy nodded before hugging the older man tightly. "Go back brother, back to the start, enjoy yourself. I'll finish this." The boy murmured with a tight smile.

"Of course you will" he chuckled. He moved is hand slightly before frowning, "Oh and little brother, when you die this time, you stay dead."

"Wai..." Then he was gone.