I have to admit it feels very funny doing this again. I haven't published anything in a very long time, I've been working on a number of stories and scripts when time has allowed and have been incredibly picky over them, and decided to finish them before publishing them. I tended to rush into stories before I had much written out and as a result they lost popularity and tended to fall flat! Enough about that though... over to our new story, or shall we say sequel. And my first sequel!
Again I have to admit this very nearly did not make it here, I was encouraged by some new reviewers to 'A Certain Rose' and then seeing the previews for Series 3 (which airs tonight, told you I'd try to make it all coincide!) got me all excited, and so I re-read 'A Certain Rose' and got cracking with this. I know a left 'A Certain Rose' on a cliffhanger, so this just picks up from where we left off, and I really hope you enjoy it. I've loved getting back into writing - especially these characters! I warn you now, this sequel wont be as cheery as the last, it is darker and less humourous, but I hope in the great grand scheme of things that doesn't matter too much. It's where it's all been heading after all.
Which remind me to remind you - if you haven't read 'A Certain Rose' do! Else a great deal of this won't make sense and I wouldn't want you to miss out!
So here we go, as always, and once again, please do review, and if anything is not clear then don't worry, all is going to be explained... if it still doesn't make sense by the time the story is completed, then do ask me questions!
Are we ready? Right then, let us begin on a new adventure...
Chapter One; The In-between.
She had seen the searing white light in her dreams, and she had seen the darkness; blue, deep and empty. Now she had lived them, and they were connected, first the pure, white light, then the great expanse of dark. She had dreamed true, seen true, she had foreseen her own future, and yet had not realised what it fully entailed. Dreams were not always simple, easy or clear-cut, they were twisted, symbolic, with hidden meanings that had to be prized open, thought through, lived and seen over and over – and she was doing this, she was living it, she was learning and changing and adapting.
This new power, this extended knowledge it no longer scared her, it no longer felt like a weight or a nuisance, it wasn't a pain, it was all there was to it. For now she lived what she saw, and for the greater part of the day merely saw the future, and living in the future wasn't dreadful, she had known that at some point she would have to stop running from the future, stop being a dream runner, and she had, for now the future engrossed her, it absorbed her, she lived in the future, and less in the present. In stopping running from it, in being forced to end her present state she gave in, fell in, to this future, she had to live and breathe it, for it was her destiny. It was what she had been born, and raised, and lived to do and the thought of such audacity, such weight and authority and power, it didn't fill her with fear and dread as it used to, she had accepted it. She had welcomed it. She had to otherwise she wouldn't be here, otherwise the events that had to take place, wouldn't.
She wouldn't be the famed one; she would often be forgotten, omitted, changed or manipulated in future stories. She realised that she had to be selfless, she lived for others, and these others would be those that legend would fondly remember, the ones that were instrumental, key, the ones that the young children would want to play in games. Likewise they would fall from favour, be played differently, seen through different eyes; they would be loved, cherished, hated, despised and ignored by hosts of future generations. Those four. They were the main characters, only this wasn't story, but truth - not myth but legend – she was merely a supporter. This is how it should be, how it was, and how it would be, and how it had always been planned.
Only she wasn't quite done yet, the transformation wasn't complete; she was neither one nor the other. She was in a peaceful midpoint, though the end was speeding nearer and nearer, while she still had ties to the outside world, still had pulls, alliances, more so than she should, she would remain this way. Only when they let her go would she be totally free. Though the thought of the freedom did scare her slightly still, it was her remaining fear, though she knew the material world would always be there, and she could enter it on command, and would in the near future, and in decades to come – while there would be moments for her to leave this new home and enter her old one, significant occasions, engraved in time – soon she wouldn't be needed there as she was now. When that moment arrived, she would fully embrace the darkness, and once again the darkness would become light.
For then she would be a certain lady.