ODYSSEYPROJECT

Know not, You, my friend, of the fates that I speak? Remember, You must, the threads of spiraling fate, Betwixt, The city, and an unearthly wind, A secret, deep as the gorges, Dost lie. Lies, and waits, Lies and truth, Both together, Lest the meaning separate. For Death, She waits, behind a mask of horror, Evade her, She must, Travel the spiraling fate, Beside her, A guide and friend, An enemy and You. Travel On, O hidden traveler, behind the shadows, traverse her spiraling fate... Read On...

Odyssey into 2012 Chapter 8: The Zephyr and the Storm      Time is but the storm, my love, nothing more; but you— you are the Zephyr, the wind that carries the storm.      The words still rang in her ears like so many church bells, a clarion thunder announcing the birth of some false prophet.      After all this time, she couldn't possibly be the Zephyr— but she was. She could feel it.      And if she let herself, she knew she would carry this storm off the edge of the world, and then next year would never come— tomo

The static fades, leaving her standing on the edge of the world. The clifftop stretches downward for what seems an eternity, endless miles of jagged grey stone that seem to culminate in a fiery light. Kaylin scrambles backward, heart pounding, knowing that she is inches from death. Despite her terror, something about her latest brush with death bothers her. She inches forward to glance over the edge again, and as she does so she dislodges part of the grey rock, revealing soft white chalk beneath. And understanding comes crashing down. It's Dover, England. But the sea is gone, boiled away into the abyss. The coastline looks as though a gian

Darus was there. The trees were stark and black around the tiny, snow filled clearing, and so was Darus, figure crooked and threatening. Yet Kaylin was unable to feel any alarm, for Zephyr hissed loudly in her mind, suffocating her emotions. He watched her with a strange and tired smile. "It seems that Zephyr has guided you to me, Kaylin." She could not answer him. Zephyr buzzed, drowning her thoughts in static. Darus seemed unconcerned by her lack of response, but the Blade, held loosely in his left hand, twitched. "....You left me, Kaylin. Did you forget that only you can completely shift Zephyr from Guardian to Guardian? Yet still- yo

My darling, please, there is no time to be scared, for in the succeeding trials, you must come  prepared. You are a source of destruction, yet the stars are on your side and I of creation can no longer abide. Now the clock is ticking so go on run,run,run for this story has just finally begun.

Destruction… Kaylin's lips twisted into a cruel snarl. She released her Zephyr, causing the train to come to a crashing halt. Stepping out of the Light Train, Kaylin looked around at the desolate wasteland. The snow-packed tundra stretched for miles. She could see Darus in the distance, and gathering her Zephyr, concentrated it into a swirling storm and forced it onto him. Kaylin approached him as he staggered under the icy blast. Reaching up with her Zephyr, she tugged at the few stars that sparkled behind the heavy clouds. They fell around Darus, making hissing sounds as they burned holes in the frozen tundra. She heard his screams,

She was the destroyer and bringer of order, he the wielder of chaos and creation; she knew this now. What a pair, so suited to each other, and so at odds. Her fear was put away inside her mind, deep down in a dusty file no longer with a key. That was history. The moment was what counted. To destroy she had to live in the immediate instant but to save Tokyo she had to look to the future with hope. Such a contradiction raged inside her, confusing her emotions, twisting her insides, until...clarity. Clear as the deepest cavern alighted with a star. The Light train refracted forward through time once again. Dimensions were flung out of proport

Kaylin’s body came tumbling through a dark whispering gate where she heard the soft clustering of voices that slowly morphed into piercing screams. They cut through her mind like the pelting of the rain that was cutting harshly across her lip. The darkness was suddenly illuminated by the blinding strikes of lighting that dispersed with the grumbling quake of thunder in its wake. Kaylin had caught a glimpse of something she had never expected to stumble upon. Could it be? The strike of lightening came once more and with anticipation, she curiously reached into the gloom and streamed the tendrils of her spirit through the light, allowing

The eighth gate is white mist. Kaylin slams open the door, Zephyr lurching inside her, and Darus, lizard-quick, slips inside. "Get out," she hisses. She isn't afraid any more. He sneers. "Don't be stupid, kitling. You left Tokyo through this gate, like always. Opening it restarts the process. It's an endless loop. Destroy the gate and finish it. I'm tired of fighting –" Murderer! Liar! Traitor! Kaylin rips Zephyr through his mind. He slumps, white and shaking, and she draws out the truth.
"You sealed the gates to weaken me, so I'd be easier to kill. But you had another plan in case I managed to open them. Destroying the final

After many trials, heartbreaks, and wins After many revelations, the end begins Opening every gate, and gaining memories The girl has gained power and will soon be free The enemy near, will soon meet his end And Kaylin will vanish, never to be seen again Destroying the dark and releasing the fear Finally ,it's 2012, and a Happy New Year.

Darkness cracked at lights touch— Coward away by a blurry facet of blotchy shades. A light so bright, it pushed the shadows away. Made them duck beneath tall columns and tan stone. Slowly revealed orange spokes that stretched overhead. Millions of archways that ran for miles. Leaving her breathless on a cold cement staircase. The enigma of shadows and warm light yanked tightly at her stomach. Where thoughts should have been, there was nothing. She tried to focus. To remember. But still nothing came to her. Nothing but a quiet voice in the far back of her mind, urging her on. She came to be in the middle of a long hallway, alone. Grip

Sweven? Heaven? Seven? Questions raged in Kaylin's mind even before her eyes opened. She sat up slowly and rubbed her arms, instantly cold. She sat in the middle of city ruins - a modern day city. "What happened here?" She asked quietly to herself, almost shaking with horror. The wind blew, sending her black hair to whip out behind her. "You are in the future, Kaylin." Kaylin whirled around and saw Darus, standing with his hands shoved deep into jean pockets. Smoke from a burning building rolled in and Kaylin had to force herself not to cough or she might suspect he was just an illusion and if she moved, or breathed, he would disappea

   The train choked to a stop as the mild-mannered voice informed the passengers of their stop.   Kaylin woke up flabbergasted, plagued by the sensation of a burning cold. She looked around--Jackson was nowhere to be found. No blood, no fires, no chaos. Only placid faces of unfamiliar citizens. She looked down at the tattered book she was cradling on her lap. The letters, the events that he just showed her--all gone. She rummaged her pockets--both empty. A quick flash of events, both of the past and the present, shot inside her head. She flinched with the pain--it was one of the painful consequences of Time Mending.   Panicking, she rushe

Kaylin smiled. She had control over the light train now, not the other way around. True, her last excursion had given her answers, but to find the source of it all she needed to go more than a few weeks back. The light train slowed to a halt and disappeared. Kaylin looked around. She was in a dark hallway, a single door, protected by a solitary guard, the only visible exit. Without warning, a hooded figure emerged from the shadows. Upon turning, the guard not only recognised the figure, but Kaylin recognised him. It was Jackson. "Good evening, Lissa." He said quietly, moving to enter the room with her. She stopped him, however. "I thought

"3,722 scenarios. Of those, I only survive four. Of those four, I only defeat him in one," Kaylin said to herself as she drove the light train. The train's course had become erratic. In a split second it would change it's direction a thousand times. She now knew that defeating Darus meant restarting the entire process over, fighting all the same battles again, risking the same odds to come out to this one scenario. How many times had she fought these odds to get to this one end? She didn't know. She didn't care. She knew she always chose to fight so why should if matter how many times she fought? 'Because I'm tired,' Kaylin thought. She w