Disclaimer: The story of Twilight is not (nor will it ever be) mine, and I know it.
But my imagination and the insane notion that I should start another story is, however, all mine to claim...
THE TOWER OF THE SKY
Introductions
Chapter 1 - The Preface
"The Inspiration"
-*- Pablo Neruda's Love Sonnett XXIV -*-
Love, love, towards the tower of the sky, the clouds
climbed like triumphant washerwomen
and everything burned in blue, everything a star:
the sea, the ship, the day were banished together.
Come see the cherry trees of a water constellation
and the round key of the rapid universe,
come touch the fire of instantaneous blue,
come before its petals are consumed.
Nothing here but light, quantities, clusters,
space opened by the virtues of the wind
until it sheds the last secrets of the foam.
And amidst so many sky-blues, submerged,
our eyes are lost barely guessing
the powers of the air, the underwater keys.
Chapter 1 - Part 1
"The Tower"
-*- The humble telling of a tale from Me to you, Dear Reader -*-
Look, if you will, towards the sky.
Trust Me, please, to guide you through this tale. I promise to hold your hand, but not too tightly, for I know the joy of wandering through a story unrestrained.
Allow yourself to give Me your mind for the pieces of time we will spend together, here, in the world of The Tower. We can meet such beautiful Characters and share with them the adventures that lay ahead. We can unravel their secrets and root for their happy endings. We will have so many opportunities to praise them and condemn them for their attempts to be their best - oh, Reader!
We have so much to share if you will but follow my gaze through the clouds I ask you to allow yourself to see...
Yes, look, if you will, towards the sky.
Reader, if you would just look past the distant mountains your mind's eye is beginning to form and up, up a bit higher through the clouds, just there, you can see it standing tall.
The Tower of the Sky.
It's got a much larger presence than even the mighty rocky structures surrounding it, though notice with Me how they are more boastful.
Of course The Tower's nature is not to boast. Oh no.
It's nature is subtle teaching. And adventure. And spirit. And youth. And anomaly.
This destination, as each and every One will hopefully come to learn, is not about the end result but more so about the journey to get there.
So this structure moves. Oh yes, it moves.
Come, take time from your life and chase it with Me, with Us - the Characters - and see what a journey we can all have together!
Please, chase it with Us, Reader.
It will evade your advances for a time.
Until you remember what you were supposed to be.
Until you help another remember.
Until the time has come for you to fly.
Chapter 1 - Part 2
"The Swan"
-*- An excerpt from the personal journal of Isabella Swan -*-
(Do not think badly of us, Reader, for this slight invasion of privacy. Surely she would not mind us taking just a peek, just for a moment. We are dropping in on her life unannounced, and it seems we are a bit late. We have missed the beginning scene, the first moment her life has really begun to change - but worry not, Dear Reader! I promise you we will not miss anything else, and I promise you that we can catch up quite quickly, for not even our dear Characters know what has begun yet. Yes, our indroductions are just beginning. The rest will unfold right before our eyes. Lean with me now, just right here over her shoulder. As I said, she does not know we are here but I do believe she would not mind, terribly. She's a rather polite and accessible young woman, normally. Though not all that came across her today would quite agree...)
Dearest Journal,
The long hallways of Tower High intimidated me today, I must admit, odd as that is.
I haven't felt intimidated since I was about eleven years old and started coming into my Self. My true self. My unafraid self.
I will not equate my intimidation to exact fear, though. The large stones of the new school and the cold looks of the older students didn't scare me. I've just never experienced that specific kind of submittance before. The kind where you are the new, young kid on the "playground" and are reduced to confused galnces and hesitant questions about directions.
As I said, it was odd. I've never wandered a hall aimlessly before or stopped a stranger for advice on the quickest way to my next destination. As you know, I grew up Forks, Washington and have attended the same exact school with the same exact children my entire childhood. Newness is new to me, though I knew this was coming for some time now.
The most disconcerting experience I had today was the only shock of real fear I felt, towards the end of my school day. It's the only ounce of fear I've ever felt in the relevant, more adult portion of my entire eighteen years, actually. It occurred when I looked into the piercing green eyes of the boy who sits isolated at the far back desk in sixth period.
I'm told his name is Edward Anthony.
I was only one desk away from him, hiding in the back as well, but not in the same isolation seeing as I was sitting beside the lovely blonde boy with all the manners. Our professor was not in today so for all of sixth hour my attention was split evenly between the two boys, though I hope if I was judged on outward appearance only one of them seemed to hold my attention. I hope that to the outward eye I appreared to only have one sided attention; that would be the side that laughed and smiled demurely with my deskmate. In truth I had another side, kept undercover. It worked at maintaining a sharp eye on the only boy in the entire room who sat alone and who doesn't seem to understand that it's terribly and blatantly rude to stare.
His unfaltering gaze sent a chill of fright through me and I don't know why. But I want to find out.
I bet he's a Toucher. He's pretty enough to be one.
But enough of that nonsense for now. Tomorrow is a new day to understand and overcome all of this, and that's what I am best at. Now that I know where I'm going I won't have to wander the halls with that ridiculous map in hand. Now that I know of this Edward's existence I won't freeze in fear under his relentless stare. All I will have to worry about is making the Journey without distraction.
That's all any of us are here for anyway.
In the end we'll all be climbing The Tower of the Sky as only one thought pushes through all of our separate minds: "Maybe from here I'll finally fly."
Chapter 1 - Part 3
"The Wealthy Guardian"
-*- A brief and privileged glimpse inside the guarded thoughts of Edward Anthony -*-
Edward paces his dorm late at night, brazenly pushing his mind too roughly through the halls beyond his door.
What is he even searching for?
He did not exactly know, Dear Reader. Not in the part of him that will admit things with pride.
Inside, however, in the small pocket he's hidden in a secret space that he keeps tucked safely under every other thought in his consciousness, he recognizes his actions for what they are.
Desperate. Invasive. Hasty. Audacious.
Highly uncharacteristic of such a controlled young man.
He cannot speak for himself, for he is also somewhat unaware of our intruding eyes, but I can account for him here, Reader.
He is not normally like this. Not normally pacing between walls or pulling at his riot of auburn hair like the epitome of frustration. I will not mislead you into thinking he is a gentle, placid Character, either, Reader. I would not do that to you. It's just that we would usually find him in a much quieter, calm frenzy, writing music or flavored words in an well practiced effort of privately working out what his mind had unwantingly picked up throughout the day. But I've already told you that our entrance into this story is a bit delayed, so it's no surprise we find him in this uneven, out of character state.
"Useless," he mutters outloud to himself, finally giving up on the pacing and finding temporary, artificial rest by sitting on the end of his bed.
He is feeling equal parts dissatisfaction at both his lack of control and the lack of information this slip in his normally infallible control has earned him.
We watch silently, perhaps with developing traces of pity at his obvious discontent, as he attempts to turn his mind elsewhere.
He is in new surroundings tonight, this you should know. It is adding to his fidgeting and unrest.
He likes his new dorm room, this much I have gathered from stealing glances at his written thoughts while he scrawled swiftly in his journal just this morning. It's a good deal larger than the room he was in last term, and it's private.
"These must be the perks of waiting out The List," he thinks to himself as he silently approves of the rugs and the lamps, and the pillows, and other small details of the room he failed to notice earlier.
The bond he and Emmett formed as room mates over the last few months is unmatchable and appreciated by both young men, but Edward can't find himself getting too upset about the new reality of being separated from his friend by a wall instead of a mere five feet between beds. As an only child who then became an entitled orphan he's grown accustomed to private, selfish space.
As he perches on the end of his bed he pulls his mind back completely into himself and finally drowns out all of the neighboring student's thoughts that he'd just been barreling through moments ago. He does not like this action of retreat no matter if it is the more nobel thing to do. For you will soon see, Dear Reader, that our Edward is a stubborn boy and this, to him and on this night, is the equivalent of admitting defeat.
It did not do him any good to be pushing his unseen power through the helpless minds of his peers, though, and he does not enjoy wasting time, either.
No one was thinking of her or anything to do with her, so they were all now useless to him.
Not even the blonde that had been sitting beside her in sixth had had her on his mind. Edward did not know the blonde boy's name; he'd been so entirely distracted with listening to Isabella (or rather, attempting to listen to her) the whole time they were trapped in the classroom that he'd completely missed any thoughts concerning the other man's name.
But there'd been nothing there in her head.
Not one thing.
It was frightening.
Every other person in Edward's life had unknowingly forced their thoughts on him daily. Relentlessly.
He couldn't blame them for it any more than he could blame himself for hearing them, he knows that of course, but rationale leaves our poor, troubled boy every once in a while and he gets tired of being comfortable with is power. He craves silence.
At least, he used to think he did.
Because, as you see here - look with me now and really see it on his face-
He's bewildered. And troubled. And altogether unhappy.
Because she was blank.
And that made her very, very frightening.
If not the slightest big intriguing...
And let's look now, Dear Reader, at these two lives in parallel. We have the advantage of pulling back and watching them both together at this moment; the two who know not what is to come. We can watch for as long as we want as these two opposing scenes unfold:
As Isabella lays down her pen and closes the cover of her "Dearest Journal", deciding to rest and to forget her troubles for the night, our Edward stays unchangingly seated on the end of his bed in a state of high unsatisfaction.
While she lays her head down to sleep and subconsciously untucks all of the musings of her day, the ones she wouldn't ever think to write down (indeed they are the deeper thoughts of him that plague her mind), he remains awake and keeps everything safely, stupidly tucked.
As she attempts to forget him in her slumber he, in his conscious waking, vows never to forget her or the fact that he would probably be kept awake by thoughts of her even if he had managed to find her mind's every seceret, silly syllable the instant he first laid eyes on her.
You guys, I know that this is crazy. I have 2 other stories incomplete right now, I know. But I'm stuggling with motivation and this was begging to come out and it's making my imagination feel good again.
B2T and PDA are NOT getting neglected! Now that I've got this started I've actually been able to revisit and begin the next chapters on both of those stories, so this is a good thing, I promise :)
Please send me your thoughts on this new stuff. And if you know me, trust me to keep all 3 going. I fall in love with my characters and I will never abandon any of them, even if it takes me a bit of time to progress their stories.
LOVE YOUS!
-Car
