Finally... I can't believe I've been reading other people's stories on this site for over a year without ever posting one of my own! I've written a chapter or two on various stories for a few other fandoms, but I always worry that I might take too long between updates, so I've never published them. This tale, though, grabbed ahold of my imagination and would not let go.
I promise I'll try very hard to update as soon as possible, but I can't turn out chapters as quickly as some people on here -- you know who you are. ;) I'm trying for a new chapter every ten days or so... I already have detailed outlines written for the first fifteen chapters. Yeah, this is gonna be a long one.
And just to clarify, the author's note for each chapter will be after the chapter itself, so as not to distract from the story or spoil anything. Unless I have something very important to say, in which case it'll be mentioned at the top. Also, beginning with chapter 1, text in italics is for flashbacks or dreams, which is important to remember because I'll be using them quite a bit.
If you like it, please R & R, it keeps me inspired!
Prologue
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She stood tall and majestic. She radiated fury. She shouted: "Who has disturbed me?" But then, anger expelled,
she felt the sadness beneath; she let her breath fall softly, like a sigh, like ashes floating gently on the wind.
She couldn't understand why he chose to flirt so closely with the death of the world.
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But the great men of the past not only flirted with their destruction, they embraced it, caressed it like a lover right up until the day their folly wiped them from the earth. We have paid the price for their mistake: the tattered remnants of humanity, struggling for survival amid the detritus of a golden age that will never come again.
It is against this backdrop of utter desolation that my tale unfolds. A wise man once told me that our destiny is like a tangible thing, a single thread among many in the tapestry that makes up our world. Our own strands may touch others, run parallel for a time, perhaps intersect before parting ways – and rarely, the weave of fate is tighter still, binding destinies together even more closely than the threads in a woven cloth.
I suppose you could call it a braid.
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A/N: The italicized quote here is from the game Braid... I don't want to say any more for fear of spoiling a great game for anyone who hasn't played it through.