A/N: Okay, so since my beta reader for this is very unpredictable and likes to disappear (don't pretend – you know who you are!) I have decided to start reposting this. So you'll get the . . . first and a half draft I guess. I did some major edits in the time I left this book, and I made things flow better with SoN's release. You know, sometimes I feel almost embarrassed this is my writing and that it's shoddy; then other times I feel incredibly proud of it. So I am restarting this, going to repost over the chapters I've done; pretty much until it's more than fourteen chapters it won't really be "new". I didn't want to do this – but I was given no choice!
The dim light in the temple reflected the mood of the beings within. Every single one had appeared for this event. In the centre of them all, a girl lay asleep on a pallet. Her face pained and worried. As if she knew what was about to happen.
A man knelt next to her. His face was an expressionless mask of pain. His sea green eyes were betraying his every emotion. He cradled her hands in his, as a tear slid down his cheek. All there felt his pain, none wished this to happen. None of it had worked out like they had hoped. Everything was wrong; they didn't want this. The man turned to one behind him.
This man had an aura that was the only source of light in the room. He eyes were sad, but knowing. The man kneeling drew several breaths.
"Is this truly the only way? Surely there must be another," he asked. The second man shook his head slowly.
"No, this is the only way. The Spirit of Delphi is waiting to announce her prophecy. Now is the time. Soon it will be too late," he proclaimed in a solemn tone. The first man sighed. He turned back to the girl. She moaned and cried out in fright. The man stroked her face lovingly. He had tried to protect her. But now he must give her up. He had done this before, years ago. But he did not want to do this now.
"It is the only way. May the Fates guide you, my child," he said softly. He slowly stood up and took a step back. He drew a slow, deep breath. "Now, Mnemosyne, before I change my mind."
From the shadows emerged the age-old Titaness. Her face looked familiar to all who looked upon her. Her robes were shifting through clothes from the ages. She walked over to the girl, who cried out again. But Hypnos' grip of sleep was too great for her to wake.
"Wait," said a youth, stepping forth. She knelt down to the girl and kissed her forehead. A faint silver mark glowed then faded. "So she may not loose herself." She murmured stepping back with the others.
The first man nodded to Mnemosyne. The Titaness sat at the girl's head. Placing her hands on the girl's temples, she chanted under her breath. Seldom few of those present understood what she said as she spoke in the language of magic.
Slowly the girl on the pallet stopped moving. Her face going slack, empty of all emotion. Beneath her shirt, a faint glow pulsed for a second. Then faded as if it never was. Perhaps it was an effect of the magic. None knew. The girl's breathing evened out and Mnemosyne stepped away. Slowly fading back into the shadows.
"How long?" the man breathed, tears trickling down his face. It was too late to turn back. "How long until she wakes?"
"In nigh on three days she shall wake. No sooner, no later," came Mnemosyne's voice, wrapping the air in sheets of lead. All released a breath they had been holding.
"She shall not be moved until the time is almost up. She will not leave us before then," the man whispered. The others murmured their agreements.
All slowly disappeared from the temple. The man was the last to leave. His face full of sadness. But eventually he left. Leaving the girl alone. All alone.
The boy sighed and stared out his bedroom window. He had a strange feeling deep in his gut. The light of the full moon shone brightly in, illuminating his face. Slowly, as the clock in the hall chimed midnight, the liquid moonlight dull. Fading into nothing but a dull grey light.
As the moonlight faded, the loud cry of an owl came through the window. Quickly followed by the sound of waves pounding the beach like artillery. Thunder rumbled above, the starlight dimmed, a moan sounded like a spirit of the dead. More strange noised rose from up in the night.
The boy sighed again. He couldn't sleep; the day had brought on much. Earlier, as his school day had ended; he had heard sounds as well. The crackle of a fire, the sound of a striking hammer, and the calls of many birds. His day had been filled with confusion.
He layed further down in his bed, closing his eyes. He had two more days, and then the nightmare called high school would be over. Two more days, and he successfully would have gone for four years at the same school. A record for him. Especially considering certain events.
He slowly started drifting into sleep. A feeling in his gut, that something had changed. Something extreme. But what did it matter? He didn't rule the world; he'd have to let the Fates do that. What had changed, was their choice. Not his.
He fell asleep. His dreams full of confusion. Tropical storms, forest fires. So much, he couldn't even describe it. It went on and on, until it was shattered by his alarm clock. Groaning, he shuffled from his room to his kitchen.
"Morning," a woman said turning around. She frowned when she saw him. "You look terrible. What's wrong?"
"Nothing, just some dreams. That's all," the boy mumbled.
The woman said nothing but looked at him with concern. The boy ate his breakfast, and then returned to his room to get ready. Two more days, then it'd be over. Two more, then his troubles would be gone.
This went through his head as he prepared. He thought this was true. But his gut said otherwise. Why listen to your gut though? It never told the truth. Soon it would all be set right . . . soon everything from the night before disappeared from his mind. All forgotten.