Okay, for those of you who recognize this story, yes I am still alive. Due to various things happening in my life all at the same time I was unable to acces the internet for some months. Add on top of that some discouragement, and you get the perfect recipie for Writers Block. Writers Block is an insidious little virus that attacks without warning and takes quite a lot of effort to dislodge. So my poor little story was left tucked in a folder and neglected.

Fortunately, I recently recieved and innoculation for Writers Block and have decided to clean up my story and re-post it. I will upload one chapter a week, giving me some time to make sure I am completly over my Writers Block.

For those who reviewed while I was sick, I thank you from the bottom of my heart. You helped me get over my illness.

See you next week,

Ice.

Prologue

What's happening to me? Am I going crazy? They're getting louder now, harder to block.

The voices, that is.

That's right. Little Firefly is going crazy. Hearing things. Voices talking to her in her head.

It started after the fight with Chaos. I don't know why. Maybe he's not dead, maybe he's just weak.

Maybe it's just me.

Like I said, after the fight with Chaos, every now and then, I'd hear something. A whisper, a fragment of a sentence. At first, I thought someone had said something. After all, the voices sounded like the others, Usa-mama, Ruka-Papa, Michi-Mama. But the third or fourth time it happened, I was watching Ruka-Papa and SHE DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING! Her lips didn't move, her throat didn't move, nothing! That's when I knew.

I'm going crazy.

Since then, they've gotten louder. It's harder to pretend I didn't hear anything. They're so loud, that when someone says something, I'm never quite sure that they actually said it or if it was just me. They're coming faster too.

My little 'Episodes'.

At first the voice's were quiet, and it was nearly a week to the next 'Incident'. Now they're every day. Sometimes there is more than one 'Episode' per day.

I'm really losing it.

And I think Michi-Mama suspects something. She keeps asking me if I'm Okay, Do I feel all right, Is there something I want to talk about, … Things like that. Maybe she'll think I have boy troubles at school.

Maybe pigs will fly.

I've tried to keep it from her, tried not to worry her, but I don't know how much longer I can keep it a secret. I don't won't them to worry about me.

I don't won't to lose them.

I'm so afraid. What will happen when they find out? I'm scared that they will make me leave, or put me in one of those loony bin places, with the white padded walls and the white straight jackets, in the room between Napoleon and Alexander the Great.

Maybe I can be the Queen of Hearts from Alice in Wonderland.

Setsuna is supposed to be coming on Saturday. They'll know then. You can't keep this sort of thing from the Keeper of Time. She'll know, and then so will the others. Maybe I can do something in the meantime. Maybe I can find out what's wrong with me.

Maybe.

- - -

A lone figure stands in the shadows, with the weight of the world on her shoulders, watching a girl with dark hair walk slowly home in a mirror.

"Everything is as it should be."

Or perhaps, just the fate of one girl.