Okay peoples, this is my first fanfic, and it does have to do a little bit with Disney and other things, but it's mostly my own . XP
Peace in Time May Come
Now I can tell these memories are all wrong. I even said so out loud, and a voice asked me how. I pointed frantically toward the wall opposite of me. “Those clocks used to be white, now they’re blood red. And where did the other twenty-four clocks go?” the last remaining were three little round clocks I knew were meant to represent the past, present, and future. “Weren’t the others for the twenty-four hours of the day? But here still lie yesterday, today and tomorrow.”
“Exactly. The white was neutral, now all three have been both effected and affected by death. With the amount of blood spilling in each time they all now run on the same time. There is no difference between the hours anymore.” It was a guy’s voice, I had noticed after gaining full consciousness. And he seemed to try and sound human when he could as if this was forced upon him like a job and he wanted to act normal. “Don’t worry, your memories aren’t wrong.”
“Tell me then, does anyone else know of this place?” I tried to be calm, but as a result of having a good idea of what the answer would be, shaking had become inevitable.
He sighed, then louder, “Only the other ones standing near me right now. But we only know some idea of what it looks like, you are the one person to have entered this particular room.” He paused for a moment so that both of us could fully believe the facts. “What shocks the others the most, though, is that you have been in this room before on your own terms. It was when most things were in order, and in a dream, was it not?”
“Yes,” I answered just a little above a whisper.
I had the oddest feeling that the head of the voice was nodding calmly to the others, whoever they were. “Now it’s my turn to ask a question. How did you know what each of the clocks were for? Are there any signs in there?”
“There never were any signs, I just knew. Each type of clock had its own style, except for these three that are in front of me. These few always looked as if they were the clocks that would give out facts but would never be made by human hands simply because we do not usually have the know-how.” It quickly came to me that I must be more important than I already was to enter a room like this and know everything about it. So automatically I knew that I was to embark on a journey that would most likely go through time. Kind of obvious, isn’t it?
But wait. Why should I have to do this? I have a life to keep up and by doing this there’s a sure possibility I could die. I even became so frantic that I had to ask a question to which I already knew what the voice would say. “How do I get out?”
“We can’t let you go at the moment.” Then he said something I hadn’t expected. “”We’re still looking for your followers.”
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Please let me know how you like it ;D
Peace in Time May Come
Now I can tell these memories are all wrong. I even said so out loud, and a voice asked me how. I pointed frantically toward the wall opposite of me. “Those clocks used to be white, now they’re blood red. And where did the other twenty-four clocks go?” the last remaining were three little round clocks I knew were meant to represent the past, present, and future. “Weren’t the others for the twenty-four hours of the day? But here still lie yesterday, today and tomorrow.”
“Exactly. The white was neutral, now all three have been both effected and affected by death. With the amount of blood spilling in each time they all now run on the same time. There is no difference between the hours anymore.” It was a guy’s voice, I had noticed after gaining full consciousness. And he seemed to try and sound human when he could as if this was forced upon him like a job and he wanted to act normal. “Don’t worry, your memories aren’t wrong.”
“Tell me then, does anyone else know of this place?” I tried to be calm, but as a result of having a good idea of what the answer would be, shaking had become inevitable.
He sighed, then louder, “Only the other ones standing near me right now. But we only know some idea of what it looks like, you are the one person to have entered this particular room.” He paused for a moment so that both of us could fully believe the facts. “What shocks the others the most, though, is that you have been in this room before on your own terms. It was when most things were in order, and in a dream, was it not?”
“Yes,” I answered just a little above a whisper.
I had the oddest feeling that the head of the voice was nodding calmly to the others, whoever they were. “Now it’s my turn to ask a question. How did you know what each of the clocks were for? Are there any signs in there?”
“There never were any signs, I just knew. Each type of clock had its own style, except for these three that are in front of me. These few always looked as if they were the clocks that would give out facts but would never be made by human hands simply because we do not usually have the know-how.” It quickly came to me that I must be more important than I already was to enter a room like this and know everything about it. So automatically I knew that I was to embark on a journey that would most likely go through time. Kind of obvious, isn’t it?
But wait. Why should I have to do this? I have a life to keep up and by doing this there’s a sure possibility I could die. I even became so frantic that I had to ask a question to which I already knew what the voice would say. “How do I get out?”
“We can’t let you go at the moment.” Then he said something I hadn’t expected. “”We’re still looking for your followers.”
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Please let me know how you like it ;D
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