Unnatural Daydreams

Prologue: Time Unknown

: Claret Amazon

As a mortal I could have never imagined that two hundred years could pass in the blink of an eye. In a sense that mortal and mortal way of thinking died a long time ago, precisely one month, thirty days and two hundred years ago. From the ashes of that woman I came forth without such gratitude of time. For an immortal time holds no swinging pendulum axe to fear and worry over. That's what makes mortals special though, they treasure every fleeting second and hard-won hour, counting up their years with silly celebrations and joking over the gray hair at the temples.

I almost miss it.

That's not why you're here though, is it? You're here to seek inspiration and clarity in that addled pen of yours. Tear down that brick wall that stands between you and those last few sentences of whatever it is that you happen to be working on. Not my fault your wandering thoughts merged with mine as you worry over your remaining sands of time. It's what, an hour until your essay is supposed to be done? Or is it a novel that your publisher is demanding you write a sequel to? I can't remember, nor do I really care at this point. I'm in the thoughts and minds of too many people demanding my silver sand to have a care to waste.

See, it all ties back into Time and Death (if you didn't know, they're twins!), and the Moon. Never forget about the Moon, or the Man in the Moon really, he's a Grade A asshole sometimes and your best friend in other times. Their involvement comes later in this story.

I've never been good at starting things, if you can't tell. Tend to ramble and wander through my thoughts even if I'm in the middle of sharing a really good idea. Sometimes I'll share a bad idea and watch whomever it is receiving it get mad. That's always fun! My kind of fun, not Jack Frost's kind of fun. His is more snowballs and ice skating, not mental torment. Oh, and don't worry about Jack Frost, I'll tell you about him later too. Along with the others: Tooth Fairy, Easter Bunny, Santa Claus and Sandman. Don't give me all that crap about you being too old for fairy tales, you're stuck with me until I decide to give you your next idea.

I forgot one other: Pitch Black. The Boogeyman, Nightmare King, the shadow under your bed. Aha, I got your attention I see. Someone's interested in the dark, naughty person! He's not as monstrous as you might think, though he thinks he's all that and a bag of doughnuts most of the time. Hey, don't knock doughnuts, they're awesome. Anyway, Pitch Black... He controls the Night-Mares, and the ones you get when you sleep. Really enjoys his work too, I should know. There have been many nights he keeps me up while he plays with people's fear. It's gotten him exiled to the couch a few times as well.

How do I know him? I'm his wife! His confidante, his best friend if he'd admit it. You'd think after two hundred years, one month and thirty days the guy would finally say it. Never had a wedding or anything, but I've never seen any other immortal have one so I guess it's a mortal thing.

What? No, I'm not here to give you nightmares and I'm not insane! At least I don't think I am. On the topic of nightmares, that's not my job and Pitch would throw a fit. Oh... I guess I never introduced myself.

I'm a Muse. That's the reason for the silver sand and the floating. Nobody else can see me but you because you need my help now. I bother those people who need help with ideas, mostly for writing. I'm the only one as well. Greek mythology has nine muses and if they exist I've never found them. You'll find out more about that and how I became a muse in just a few minutes. Maybe my story will give you some ideas for whatever that is you're working on.

I go by the name Sybil now, but when I was mortal my name was Rain Jennings. Yea, my parents were hippies. Look it up in your history book... datapad thing that's on your desk. Not my fault you didn't pay attention to your late 1900's history class. I was twenty-six when I met Pitch and the others.

Better hang on to that pencil, I'm about to tell you a story of how a mortal became a Muse, fell in love with the bad guy, and saved the world from Time and Death. Trust me, you won't find that on the datapad, Time's pretty good at resetting things.

So, this is how it began: It's a fall day in Virginia, stuck in a horrible math class and daydreaming like usual...

Author's Note: This is a new beginning to my previous story Daydreaming. The plot took a hard corner from the original plan and needed a new beginning and character to make it work. I'll try to salvage Daydreaming if I can.

I hope you enjoyed the rambling prologue and that you look forward to seeing more!