Hello readers. Here is the beginning of my Primeval story that I have been working on for years. Please review and chapters will get uploaded faster. For those of you who are frequent readers of mine and are waiting for other stories, no worries. I am back and will update as much as I can. Happy reading!

My life changed forever on that day so many years ago.

I could never understand how people could say that. It was just too corny.

But this time, in my world, it was true.

I never knew how many different things there were in this world.

I never knew about love, hate, and how many different things could be here and now.

I never understood how people could hate others, risk their own lives for others out of love.

Sure I knew what love and hate was, I wasn't a total moron.

I just didn't understand how someone could love someone else so much to sacrifice themselves to save the other.

I mean I could understand it from a parental point of view. But love? No that was just crazy.

And hate…

How could you hate someone? Let alone so much that it almost consumes you?

All in all, I wouldn't change a thing that my life has now become.

Present Day

I walked to work at the tea shoppe. I hoped today would be a fast one, I just wanted to get back home to my flat and just sleep. Everything in the last couple months had just been plain shit.

My grandfather was just getting worse in his home. It had killed me checking him in somewhere, but I couldn't take it anymore. He knew it too, he was the one who brought it up during one of his sane episodes.

Dementia was the damnedest thing, especially the early stages. It was like memories fired back from forgotten times, but then the person would get lost in them and forget to come back to the present. It was almost like traveling back in time and getting stuck there, but in your own memories, in your own head.

I just wanted it to stop. I wanted it to stop for his sake as well as my own. When he was lucid he looked like a kicked puppy, asking how long he was out, what he had said, what he had done. They were never violent but sometimes it would escalate to where violence could happen. It could almost be compared to a night terror or a really bad post traumatic stress episode. I knew eventually he would lose all grasp on the present day and live permanently in the past.

The things he would say were from a nightmare. He would talk of other worlds, glowing orbs, prehistoric creatures like he was living in it. It was so vivid the details and descriptions he would tell me. At one point a lightbulb went off in my head, he was remembering the stories he would tell me as a child. They were all too familiar. Those stories were one of the many reasons I went to the University to study history, prehistory more specifically. But that in of itself was another world, another life. Not in the literal sense, it was only a year ago, but it seemed like ages ago.

I walked into the shoppe, the little annoying bell tingling above me signaling I had walked in.

"Morning Skyla." my coworker said behind the bar.

"Morning Hannah." I said as I waved going into the back to get my apron.

Another day as a barista, another day in my own personal hell.

Like every other day people came and went, students mostly. They would come in and get their coffee and tea, either leaving or sometimes stayed behind to study for their upcoming finals. I envied those students. The ones who looked like they were so stressed, they looked like they belonged in Bedlam. But nevertheless I wanted to be them. People would think I was daft but I miss the University… I missed learning. I missed being around like minded people. I missed discussions on evolutionary biology, the missing links of man, dinosaurs, fossils, all of it.

To dampen my mood further it had begun raining outside. Not that rain got me down, I actually loved it, just not when I had walked to work. And it wasn't a nice pleasant rain fall, it was down right pouring. With a deep sigh I turned around to clean the counter against the wall, scrubbing the dried sugar syrups off of the counter. The bell on the door seemed to ding for the hundredth time that day. I knew Hannah was at the register so I ignored the person continuing on my quest to get rid of the sugary mess.

"Good Afternoon sir, what's your fancy?" Hannah said in her usual chipper voice. I rolled my eyes with a smirk, she only used that line when someone attractive came though the shoppe.

"Just a tea please." the man said. I stopped scrubbing, I knew that voice. Could it really be? It had been so long I could be mistaken. I peeked over my shoulder and sucked in my breath. It was him, it was Stephen Hart from the University. I couldn't believe it! Our conversations late into the night all those months ago about various topics. Would he even remember me? After all I was just another student.

"Name?" Hannah said cheekily with the pen in hand waiting patiently to hear him speak again, to hear his sweet voice reveal his name. My heart thudded in my chest, no time like the present to see if he remembered me or not. With a deep breath I turned around.

"It's Stephen." I spoke up from behind Hannah. This caught his attention as he looked past the flirtatious woman to me. Our eyes locked and I could see recognition in those blue depths.

"Skyla?" he asked with his smirk. His smirk was different from others, when he smirked it was more like a small smile. Not over exaggerated where his eye would crease. "What are you doing here?"

"I work here." I said with as much pride as I could muster. Hannah turned around she looked at me with wide surprised eyes and a smile. She moved past me to began making his tea.

"But I thought-" he began before I let my pride fall.

"It's a long story." I said with a forced smile.

"Well how about you join me for dinner sometime and tell me." he said, suave as always. I knew the man was a flirt, sitting in lectures he would always eye the female students, me being included. Knowing what my answer should be, which was a 'no', I couldn't bring myself to say it. It had been so long since I had talked to anyone from a year ago. Hannah gave him his tea and turned back to me giving me a look as if to say I better say yes.

I exhaled my breath and gave in.

"I get off at 7." I said with a smirk, he smiled back and nodded.

"Well, I'll be back at 7." he said as he grabbed his tea, turned around and left.

"Now, you have to tell me all about that." Hannah said with a huge smile. "You've been here nearly 6 months and I have never seen you talk to a man let alone agree to go to supper with them."

"He's just an old friend. That's all." I said as I continued to work acting like it was nothing.

"Right and I'm a natural blonde." she said sarcastically. I laughed at her comment, knowing she was definitely not a blonde.

"We went to the university together, I was in a couple of classes with him. That's all." I explained a little further. She nodded.

"Well, if things don't flow that way, give him my number ya?" she said. I rolled my eyes and walked around the counter. I started to bust the tables thinking about all of it.

It was just this morning when I was thinking about those lectures specifically, longing to be there. Low and behold Stephen walks into the shoppe I work at. It had nearly been a year since my last lecture with Nick Cutter with Stephen by his side. Honestly I couldn't believe he remembered me. I mean yes, I had study groups with him, and we had often had conversations on Evolutionary Zoology. But for the professor's lab technician to remember little old me? Honestly it gave me butterflies. I had always fancied him, but not enough to do anything. It was weird, the way feelings of like and love coursed through people. Sometimes they fancied a person just enough to appreciate their looks and personality some fall head over heels. I was somewhere on the latter side. He was fun to watch, look at, admire. I appreciated his company but learning was my passion.

"If you want to leave early to change and get ready I'll cover for you." Hannah said from behind me as I scrubbed some dried jelly off the table.

"I don't think thats necessary." I responded. "But I appreciate it." I glanced over at the clock it would be a very long three hours of work.