Prologue
I was ripped from my body. I was less than spirit, less than the meanest ghost... But still, I was alive. What I was, even I do not know... I, who have gone further than anybody along the path that leads to immortality. You know my goal- to conquer death. And now I was tested, and it appeared that one or more of my experiments worked... for I had not been killed, though the curse should have done it. Nevertheless, I was as powerless as the weakest creature alive...I never asked myself why I was committed. Some of these days, time seemed to be the only thing that bothered me. Trying to play with me. Hex me. Fool around and never turn back to look what it left behind. Time was what kept us alive, time is space, time is probably the whole existence of my own form of life. But I was committed to this life. Never had I ever turned around, never had I ever feel mercy. Commitment is something desireable. Something to pursue. Had I done it right? Was I doing the right thing? You could say this philosophical ramble would turn into minutes, turning into hours, turning into days that turns into months. I could go on, thinking non stop. That's why I was different. Different is to be seen as improper, delusional and mostly freakish behaviour. Only they didn't comprehend what I was thinking, what I was going through. After everything I had to stick with, take it or leave it, I committed to myself. I owed it to myself. And whenever time stopped with fooling around, I would be free. Free of this locked up life, living a lie, trying to be another person whom I'm not. Then my plan would start. That's the time it would all begin. A new Era. Only was it really time fooling with me, or was it Death?
