Strings Of Time

Prologue

Everything starts with a flash of light. It was dimmed at first but then it came closer and closer until everything was clear. Yelling sirens, cries of a distraught mother and the trails of blood like a carpet ready for the grim reaper. But what really happened on that stormy red evening?

There was a legend in the past where our half was connected to another by an invisible string. It flows in continuance as if it undermines time itself. Strings may tangle but may never be broken. Only death can break these beautiful chains. However, that is not the case for Elise Summerhall.

In the summer of 1929, a beautiful baby girl was born with eyes of electrifying blue. A curious child she grew up to be. Elise is the third child for Harriette and Michael Summerhall. She was loved and cared for by her older siblings, she was well educated with etiquette and grace by her side. Her mother taught her everything she knew about cooking, embroidery, and womanhood. Her father on the other hand was a brilliant tinker. Elise would find her father on the basement and see him tinkering a new contraption. It was fascinating for a child to see such focus and dedication on fixing a broken machinery. She would stay up late just to watch her father tinker and tinker all things he would find on a junk yard or on a street. Her family was not wealthy but they were showered with blessing of the universe.

At age twelve, Elise was introduced to what she calls her infatuation. A theme of black and white keys which measures a historical chant throughout time. Her infatuation for this thing ventured through her soul until it became a part of her. Like a beautiful enchantress, her melody for music and her voice of incantation delivered everyone into a stillness which brought smiles of melted hearts.

At age sixteen, Elise was courted by many. She spent hours walking through parks, watching movies and picnics beside the sea shore. She was smart enough to know every boy's intention. Date after date, she would turn them down with a hint of sarcasm and would gracefully walk away. You can only smile and scratch your head if you were one of her suitors. But one boy stood out from all the rest. One boy that made her heart flutter. A lot of people would call them "The Snow of Summer". Both blonde and both souls are blue. They were perfect for each other. One string attached to the other.

At age nineteen, Elise Summerhall disappeared.

On that flash of light. On that very moment, a continuum of string has appeared after another string went broken. It suddenly connected in a period where an entity's existence will remain. A piece of the universe's legend will be a gift once again to an unseeing candle light.