She who never stops moving will never submit.
A stubborn girl who does not know when to give in.
She who never stops trying has the greatest will.
A relentless girl who keeps crawling on the verge of death.
She who never stops to grieve will always move on.
A cold-hearted girl who forgets and moves on much too quick.
She who never stops believing… will always get their wish.
A special girl who will never be normal.
For she is time itself. And time will never stop.
On the clock tower, that is where I stand. Time, past, present and future: that is what I am. To exist is not my intention, but to keep time moving is my purpose. Born with the others, starting as a speck of dust, growing as time spun on… what I have experienced cannot be experienced by anyone else. For I am time itself, and time has no meaning to me. I can be in the past, the present, or the future, but nothing will change for me.
On the left is a girl who shares the same fate. She is space herself and can travel between dimensions if she so pleases. With a little power from all two of us, travelling to another universe is not as hard as it sounds. But our purpose is to keep this universe in balance as decreed by the great gods.
How jealous I am of the humans below, walking with no care in the world between their buildings that touch the sky. How angry I am when I see their greed make them tear through each other in a futile battle for the top. How resentful I am as I continue to maintain the existence of time for them, and they are unaware of it. But… There are some who are aware of our existence, and the shrines that exist are proof.
At the top, a woman who is a warrior, standing strong and proud with her sword pointing towards the sky. That is how humans regard me: a warrior of time whom they pray to for protection. It is ironic how they ask for protection from their own kind. "Such savages… yet, I envy them," I whisper, the wind blowing past my small body, the loose bandages around my hands shaking to its might.
In the hands of time…
From the day I became to the day that one would call the present, I had never been acknowledged. But today is not like the other days where I would sit on top of the clock tower and look down at the humans below. A single human has stepped out of line and attacked the three of us, his greed extending to a power much too great for him. Tactics can outmatch anyone, and at this point in time, they have outmatched us, two warriors.
The times of peace had made us warriors weak, or perhaps we have found our lives to be meaningless. We had a purpose, but nobody to fight for. We had a reason, but nobody to care for. And that was our downfall in our futile battle, but I will never give in. Time never stops, and I am time itself. One step at a time is all I need. So long as the hands of time keep moving, my will is never extinguished. So long as I keep moving, time will never stop.
This white-haired man who stands before us only grows stronger. His machinery drains our power and reverts us from strong warriors to feeble children. I would not admit defeat, but we could not keep fighting for much longer. Our only choice was to flee… but I only had enough power to take myself back in time, and I could sense that the others were in the same position.
"Time will always catch up to you."
With my final decree of battle, the hourglass is flipped upside down and the sand falls once again. My body vanished from the field of battle, but how many years back I could not tell. It was when I landed on the soft grass that my consciousness vanished like my body from the war.