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Brooki, Tashie, Ina, Sk8bord.. truely awsome people. but thankyou to EVERYONE who reads these and take the time to comment. thankyou again (and i also loove my syrup monster) ;)
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The seeds of time.

Standing alone with nothing but a desk in a dark, dead space was me. Aislinn Canning. Just me. Dropped in a pool of confusion and mystery inside this globe of dead space with twisted tricks at every corner. This world was giving me a headache and I longed to be back in the real, sane world where everything was as it looked. What kind of sick, twisted person would know all this? My birth, the dates, my boyfriend’s death? I stared down at the words on the paper, trying to make sense of them, but once again I came up blank. I’d read through the words over and over, each time gradually losing their meaning and beginning to merge together. It was a riddle; that part was obvious, but the rest could have been in a different language for all I knew. All I wanted was to be in the arms of… Dyl--.It clicked. Dylan is the key, he’s the one it’s talking about.
I thrust the scrap of paper in front of me and quickly read through it again, and again.
Time is a precious thing
But here we could bring back your king
Dylan… Dylan is my king.
we could bring back your king
Bring him back, to me? They could… bring him back. Turn back time? I didn’t know. I wasn’t even sure I was sane and thinking straight. I should’ve been thinking about how this is even possible –it was total madness to be honest- but the new rush of excitement and energy sent my mind racing at the thought of Dylan being mine, again. I could feel my heart straining at the thought of having him with me, seeing him in flesh and blood with his eye shining and his skin full of colour. The over-whelming feeling of desire claimed my body and mind, driving me into the blackness that clung to me. I didn’t know exactly what I was looking for –a sign maybe- but it was just a feeling of want, lust, longing that steered me in the right direction. The minutes past as I disappeared deeper into the dark, my gold still attached by a tread, but each time losing more light to guide my way. Wanting to turn around, I looked over my shoulder and squinted through the space as I debated whether it was worth it.

A soft tinkle echoed from the deep, dark pits of mystery, catching my curiosity and reeling me in like helpless bait. I was almost positive it was going to end badly, if this world could even harm me, but every corner of every room seemed to be against me. Turning back, now, was futile as each tinkle drew me in until my senses had numbed and I was purely walking from gut feelings, growing more in-tune to the sound than ever before. The feeling intensified with each meter I passed as it grew closer to my ears, oozing into my mind like honey and caramel. It became rhythmic with my step to the extent that it felt part of me, trying making me feel whole again; like that chunk of me had never been taken. The tinkle became thick, as well as loud, according to each new beat that layered itself with the original noise. Close to driving me insane with anticipation, I broke into a run with determination surging through my new-found strength. Everything intensifying with each breath, everything driving me forward to reach one point, one meaning. This is everything, everything that I have ever lived for all in one rush of energy. By now the sound had morphed into a beat; a drum beat. The drumming pounding my ears like the bass from a speaker, rocking through me as each wave travelled up. This beat was my life-line, like the beep from a life support machine, keeping my heart from failing. I urged it to last as I fell into step, the drums still drilling away at my sanity, and the darkness coming to a close as light shone down in a cone. A figure stood, alone, in a mist of gold. Its black silhouette in perfect contrast to the liquid gold that clung to it’s bodice, even as it gradually walked further towards me. As it came into view I realised the broad shoulders and leanness to this particular person but it was the wings that caught my eye and brought my attention back to the matter in hand. Their grace staggered me as each feathered wing bellowed out and up towards the light, holding a presence of their own. Guiding me eyes from the wings, down, I soon realised that he was lacking clothes as their bare chest glowed faintly along with the rest of the bare skin. It was stunning, as if chiselled from smooth marble and polished with perfection. This was truly perfection, no doubt about it, but there was one last thing I wanted to see over anything else; his face.
I didn't have to wait for my wish to come true because in that instant he stepped hesitantly from the shield of light and into the open, finding me and gazing straight into my heart and soul. The pure beauty of him was extraordinary –just as I had remembered- but the sheer shock of seeing him there was breath-taking. Holding an absolute god-like stance, I stared deep down into his eyes, sensing the whole universe behind them. As his copper glow pushed out from around him, beating in-tune to his heart. It was Dylan’s heart I heard beating, a sound sent from heaven itself. A silent tear slipped down my cheek, causing the others to follow freely, but I was not the only one shedding moisture. Across from me, Dylan leaked golden tears that fell down his cheeks, turning his lips up into a smile that cannot be explained. Not quite a full blown smile, but yet not a faint one. Not a smile of pity or sadness, but not a smile of excitement and energy. I guess it’s a Dylan-smile, and only I know what a Dylan smile looks like. And in that timeless moment, we shared something so… beautiful that I had never found in anyone else, and is quite likely I shall never find again.