Rika: This story was just created as a outlet when something blocked us from writing the other stories...
Gio: Yes, so this particular story would have short chapters...
Rika: Unless, plot bunnies raged war at us...
Gio: But... *smiles* Hope for the best for this story!
DISCLAIMER: Not ours!
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Chapter One: Minute
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She was the daughter of two amazing Recorders of the Minute kind. She has an enormous power that could rival even the greatest Hour. She was expected to inherit the greatness of her kind. She was considered to be the beauty of Minutes.
She has everything that a Minute could ask for. Great lineage, astounding power, envied beauty and great future.
But she had only asked for one thing: a normal life.
So, she ran away from it all and tried to forget. Lived a life full of joy and happiness. A joy and happiness that being a Recorder couldn't give. Married to an awesome man and the mother of a lovely boy.
She couldn't ask for more.
After choosing the life of normality, her Clock had stopped working. A sign that her power was slowly diminishing. She prayed that it would altogether stop till she died.
But not every wish can be granted.
Twenty years, seven months, ten days, five hours, thirty-two minutes and four seconds after she turned back from her lineage, of silence and the start of her joy, her Clock started to move once again.
The dreaded day that every Recorder who, like her, decided for a serene and quiet life. The long-awaited day of every Recorder who wanted more has come.
The Reckoning.
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"The long wait has ended; the day of Reckoning has come. Recorders from all over the world would come to the place where metals and forests meet. The seconds shall be back, the minutes shall stop and the hours shall commence. As long as the clocks of life is still intact; the chimes death shall linger. May the hands of time be your sword and the cogs be your shield. For the time of history shall be unlocked." A soft voice spoke from her place atop of the tallest establishment of the busy city of Namimori. She was sitting at the railing of the rooftop, her black cape billowing. Her right hand was placed in front of her, holding a small book where she read the passage earlier. Her long maya-colored feelers flew upward by a non-existing wind along with her parting words.
"The last Recorder who survived the Reckoning would be given an access to change the past, play with the present and control the future."
And the book was snapped shut.
Well, that's that!
R&R