Re-edit A/N: I have had emails from some people asking why I haven't touched any of my stuff for months or done anythin new - and the truth is I have but it's not posted here. But also my family life has been appalling: my younger brother was depressed and is just coming off the anti-depressants, I haven't had more than two hours sleep for about six months and am currently exhausted due to school-related stress, family issues and the total inability to understand humanity and my parents haven't got a close enough relationship with me to help - my dad didn't even realise until I cried for about three hours straight on evening.
So I apologise if I just seemed to vanish, but I barely had the will to get out of bed in the morning never mind write. Hopefully this is starting to get behind us now, so I will be writing again.
I looked over this and spent about twenty minutes wincing at it, so since I've gone into perfectionist mode I may as well re-edit the whole damn thing. I don't know how frequent updates will be, but please hang with me, you guys have so great to me and I owe you so much right now.
Max Valley.
Helena Valley.
Jaime Kanda.
Faye Fletcher.
Four names. To you, they may not mean anything. Not yet, anyway. Maybe they will if continue reading this. Then there's me. Right now I don't mean anything either. Maybe I will later. Maybe.
This won't make sense if you don't have an 'open mind', that's all I ask.
An open mind.
To me it's important, but it never was before. I never came across something that really required it. just everyday life that was set in stone and about as steady as a beating drum. Over and over.
It started years ago, decades before I was born, before you were. In an Irish town a girl called Maeve found something. An egg. That was the start and she was the first. She was the last too. The only. The only this world has ever seen.
Until now.
Now, of course, she's long gone, and so is what came out of that egg. But this isn't her story, it's mine. It's mine, it's Helena's, it's Jaime's, it's Faye's and it's Max's.
And it's Shikha's.
I don't know if you know what that means, heck – I don't understand anything anymore. Not even what is happening before my very eyes. Because everything that I have seen – that I have heard and touched and felt – it is the stuff of fairytales. One so rich and far-fetched not even the most naïve child would believe.
You don't have to believe me. You probably won't. But know this: I swear on everything that is sweet and good and beautiful in this or any other world that every word is as true as if it had come from God himself.
Look at me, getting all religious. I've never been religious before, never thought it was possible, but that's what something like this'll do to you. It will change everything.
A/N: Now, I know what some of you are thinking: same old, same old. But with your help and my (somewhat fluctuating - and Arika/Sara/whoever, I did not just say that) brilliance, we can keep this original.
And on another point, this is a total re-edit, so it's the same plot but completely re-done, you can have read it before, but I'd reaad it again, since this is totally new stuff.
[And I totally love everyone who's reading this!!]
[And please review, a couple of words will do! I have left a total of 253 so far, and that's signed only!]