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(Simply the start of a story I'm working on)

Prologue: Collected Miscellany

Pre-reading Note: This prologue has been written by C.X.K.

C.X.K's Note: So closes the setting of reality and so does the spider weave its webs of lies. For those who can see, they will know that The Truth is twisted, they will know about the Web of Lies. History be twisted, truth be changed and above all reality is what I manipulate it to be.

Erayith, home to the two major nations, whereover Gods extend their rule over the nations and protect their peoples using the power bestowed upon them. In the perpetual meantime of an eternity under the sheltered world lying under the watchful eyes of the gods, most eagerly live, without dreaming. Ambition is the driving force, but without dreaming nothing is achievable. In the cyclical lives of the mundane, people could afford to live a fruitless life. Chasing nothing but the butterflies of what they call hope and faith.

Co-existing, living together, Erayith was such a place. Special like no other world as it was capable of housing many lifeforms, dimensions could exist unimpeded, hidden amongst the mortals of the waking world. In the world, spectacular phenomena often happen; spellcasting and magic. The ability to create the supernatural and the unreal, the very allowance for these to be able to manifest in the world was all part of gods’ imposed laws. The humans named this mystical working, giving it the name of maegenic.

Those humans, just like all other humans, lived by the settlement they were confined to, chained to the toiling ground that they first set foot on. But not all of them are bound in such a way; there grew those who dare to wander the lands. The Wayfarers who see themselves praised and admired throughout the lands, yet alone without ally as they explore the uncharted lands, alone. Like travellers, the Wayfarers do not live long in one place, instead moving from one place to another. Yet this constant nomadic lifestyle can be appreciated by the crowd but only a minority can transition from typical lifestyles to this. Such is the same with maegenic, the majority of people possess maegenic in some shape or form, but only a select few may learn to wield maegenic.

Even fewer may seek to understand its profound secrets, to dissect and truly unlock the truth of the world Erayith. For it is thought that maegenic holds the key; the ultimatum to unlocking what Erayith hides. But really, who can ascertain for sure what maegenic truly is? When asked, all that The Gods said was: “Defying fate and changing reality, those wishes ascertain an answer: maegenic. That which creates transformation, changes that which is unideal and corrects the erroneous faults of the imperfect.”

Sea caption with a few quotes made by yours truly ;) 

i tried don’t come at me!

You were the first and last person to hold my heart with all of its pieces.

A beautiful boy once told me saying love you is just habit, to say I love you is to mean it, and I’ve never forgotten that …

I forget what it was like to be in love with your best friend until my mind betrays me with a memory of you …

I liked the way you let me break my own heart. I think I always knew I was safe to let you see that side of me. To see the broke down girl in the corner crying on her birthday. Because you’d always be there. But I know now that doesn’t always mean you’ll be in my life. We loved in the world of writers, we wrote each other into our stories and left them for the world to see. I will never be able to unravel you from those words, and why would I want to? In those stories lives a love so strong that it blew up so many lives. A love filled with sacrifice and two people finding their way back to each other over and over again. In those stories lives a love worth remembering. I used to compare us to the great love on the big screen, I think I was looking at the wrong ones. We found each other and burned too brightly this time around. But something in me can’t believe we won’t meet again and next time, we’ll get it right.

Because no matter how many goodbyes we’ve had, none have felt like forever.

It’s easy to see now, you were begging me to love you and I was teaching you to unlove me…

no ones ever let me break my own heart like you did . . .

the diary in my head. 

Loving her was never going to be fair you know? 

its like trying to love a hurricane as its ripping through your sheets.

But she wasn’t always like that though.

She used to be the summer breeze as it whispered in your ear.

She was the sand in your shoe reminding you of sunny days on the beach.

Then she fell in love with her own hurricane and she was never quit the same.

He began as the ocean that she slowly let flow across her feet.

But before she knew it she was knee deep in the water, and soon 

she was swimming as far out as she could go. 

She loved the water rolling over her skin. 

Once she was too far out to turn back thats when the clouds began rolling in

The storm forced her under the water until her lungs felt as if they would collapse.

She began to love the burning in her lungs, the desperation for air, the blurred vision. But just as she was about to give in the storm brought her back to the shorelines tattered and bruised. 

She spent days and months on the beach hoping to be taken back out to sea. All she was given was the quiet whispers of the waves coming into shore. She spent her days chasing the storm, and nights in the warmth of others arms. She filled her lungs with cigarette smoke hoping for a moment to recreate the burning sensation and liquor to drown out the emptiness left inside. But she never was quite the same.

Like I said, Youll never forget your first hurricane. 

And now she’s yours.

i can only feel a thing in the summer, there's nothing left come winter.