Prologue

Prologue

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May 12, 2090.

Love is a luxury not everyone in this world can afford. There were times when I wondered, ‘will I ever truly belong in this society?’ and I knew the answer each time was ‘no.’ yet, I still managed to wonder and have the same question crowd my mind. I had only one best friend and she was taken from me three days ago, her funeral was yesterday. Her name was Sabrina Rowland. I stood behind the crowd because if I had stood in front of the crowd – like a normal best friend should – the guards would’ve taken me away. I stood behind everyone on the day of own my best friend’s funeral, it was not a dull day just for me but for everyone else as well, the skies were grey and the clouds roared every minute I stood without crying and finally the clouds took pity on me and started crying for me. They shed the tears I couldn’t bear shed. My black shirt was soaked with the tears of joy that the heaven shed as they took a beautiful soul from this treacherous planet away, as if to give her soul mercy. I tried and tried and tried my best, but I could not stop my aching heart from screaming in my mind and making it burst mentally. Sabrina was the only person in the world who knew me and understood me. The only person I wanted to be around except my sister. When I returned home yesterday, my mom tried to talk to me and my dad tried to be a friend. My sister left me alone because she knew that I wouldn’t utter a single word to anyone around me because if I did, I would cry myself a river of sorrow, which is unlike me to do.  I remember when I was six years old and my mom tried to explain gender inequality to me and my best friend. She told me that even though, without women there wouldn’t be anybody, men were always superior due to their strength and that women had to respect that, I obviously disagreed. My mom treated Sabrina as her own child, loved her just as much because her mom died giving birth to her. I don’t understand why but all these memories are coming back to me today on the day after the funeral. But then again, I never understand things that crowd my brain.

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May 12, 2090.

The dance hall is beautiful; it’s the time of the year’s first dance for al bachelors.

“Ms. Hawkstone.” A man says and offers me his hand. I take it and walk to the dance floor in the middle of the big hall.

I can barely make out his features, his hair is messy and I can feel his muscles under my right hand as I hold onto his shoulder. My right hand is holding onto my left hand and his fingers are caressing my knuckles. “Who are you?” I ask softly. His left hand is at my waist and his beautiful eyes are gazing into mine.

He turns me. “Have you forgotten me already, Ms. Hawkstone?” He asks. His voice is low and husky and very seductive.

He uses his left hand to pull me closer to him “I am sorry. Have we met before?” I ask.

“Yes Ms. Hawkstone, we have. We have met again and again, life after life, yet you so simply forget me every time.” He answers.

“What? I fail to understand Mister…?”

“I am sorry but I cannot reveal my identity just yet, it is too dangerous to mess with the fabric of time.” He says.

“So all you wanted was to meet me without revealing your true self? How odd of you to mess with the mind of a woman like that. Dare I ask why?” I ask him playfully.

“Well, Ms. Hawkstone, I wouldn’t dare mess with your precious mind for it is the only thing that can set me free, for it is the only thing that can teach me of true love. Without you, I am nothing, without you I am meaningless. But you have yet to find me; you have yet to show me my destiny. I have waited so long but it was worth it, your destiny is worth it.” He says.

“What precious words you say Mister. But do you say such words to the right person?” I ask.

“Yes, I do.” He says, “The gods from heaven above would want your destiny told but not by me, by your own blood. Only your own blood can ever reveal your true potential to you. I am merely a messenger of the heaven above.” He says.

Without meaning to I say, “You’re not merely a messenger, you’re so beautiful, so pure.” I say as I stop dancing and start caressing his face, “how I wish I knew your true identity.” I say.

“All in good time Ms. Hawkstone, all in good time.” He says.

Suddenly he disappears, suddenly the dance hall disappears. Suddenly everything disappears.

And I return to the reality of the world.