True Colors

Prologue

Sometimes there are certain mysteries in life ,in this world and in other ones,that do not make sense. There is no explanation and this is what bothers me,of what I do not know;it frightens me this uncirtanty. It is like a steel wall which I cannot pass  through!All the other walls I manage just fine and I can slip right past them in a instant without even having to think about it!Yes I really can go through walls! I go through a lot of doors mostly because it makes my mother far too uncomfortable when I go by wall.I need not mention my other rather unnatural gifts that give her the chills and make her temperature rise above normalcy! Mother's tears were probably the most likely reason for my suitors to have arrived so early! Father Knew Too Well that I was a concern to mother. I was a bit of a problem child you see , my father's Dreadful solution for my high-spiritedness what's the find a husband to tame me. And at 15 I had already decided I will let no man tame me ever and anyway! It was of course way too soon for marriage , set my father's tragic plan was to have me engaged , for a great long while, till I was 18 or 20 or whenever father and mother agreed that I was ready to be married. No they hadn't thought of of me nor have they asked of me my opinion on the subject. I thought their plan was rather daft since I could not think of any suitable young man willing to wait three years before he had me as his wife. It would have to be someone quite devoted and smitten with me to agree to a three-year engagement. I didn't want any man that smitten with me. In fact the thought quite disgusted me. I was nothing much to look at or so I thought! Somehow I didn't see myself getting any better looking with age all I could picture image or images of some boyish chap all elbows and nearly all ears looking off into Oblivion while sighing dreamily how lucky he would be on the day that we would be married. And there was the highly undesirable one, who's ever grinning teeth had overgrown the dentist's expectations. Hair was nearly non-existent see him rubbing his hands together steadily while licking his lips in anticipation find one usually has before a long-awaited evening meal. What's the third image but I found it to be too stereotypical so I could marry a geek I could marry a toad or I I could marry a river rat. Were there any others? Not because that would mean more competitors at my door and no I didn't want that! I scared them all away life out of my mother and greatly disappointed my father but it was all well worth it wasn't it? Had I chased my opportunity of Happiness away? Freedom was what I longed for most of all and what was happiness when there was no freedom? So I believed happiness came later. Besides happiness was never my strong suit sure I believed in it my mother trusted in it times I did too but in truth I had never given it! Yes I gave love to my parents, to my brother but never to men. Fall love differently they wanted love in a different way. What was worse was a man  often wanted to have intimacy with one's beloved wife. I knew what kind of intimacy; I didn't need to talk about it. I didn't even need to mention All knew its I didn't like it and I believed I never would. Men used to be boys not too long ago by their clocks and boys have the habit of thinking about things, that are best left unseen. Marriage has a weird way of unveiling the unseen,once the unseen has become seen, well then there's no turning back and you'll have to keep the young man, for he knows far too much. I believe is not healthy for any man to know too much, especially anything about yourself. So it was not surprising that I was not the social butterfly of the family. While most girls my age, were out having fun shopping at the mall, longing for male company and male attention, wearing far too much blush and mascara upon their faces; I would rather have more fun losing myself in a library, perhaps browsing through a spacious bookstore. Honestly, I would have been more delighted to just have stayed home, in the first place and read another novel by Terry Pratchett but that's how all the trouble began, by simply reading another Discworld series book! They truly are the best of books I've ever read, until I became part of its contents. I really was just minding my own business when I must have closed my eyes for less than a second and then the room went all black. Then a tiny beam of light emerged bringing with it a familiar face I had often imagined in my head but had never seen in real life. Name was Albert I was sure of it well I sure as I could be.
"Are you Albert"I spoke rather expectantly with a hint of uncertainty in my voice. He froze instantly then unfrozen self letting his jaw slide slowly down in astonishment in pure bewilderment.
You could tell by his eyes he was beyond alarmed not only because I knew his name but because I was a strange young woman whom he had never seen before and apparently had appeared in even the strangest of places right in the middle of Death's Library. Yes Death in this world Death was real. You know that grim guy with a Reaper in his hand, a black cloak and a skull for a face . Some call him the Grim Reaper others call him the angel of death. Anyway this Albert is deaths assistant if you will show me say he's been with his household for ages! So now you can relax I was really not trying to scare you so may I inform you that this was all it was a false alarm. No there's no death here at least not yet. One of the big reasons he was so astounded was the door had been locked I was sure of it now he was sure of it now we both were very sure of ourselves now! I knew that must have been the reason or else he would not have been quite so puzzled and alarmed by my arrival. I kept waiting for him to bolt from the door to signal for someone to cry out to his master to report that there was indeed an intruder within the premises of his Library. He did  not budge he just worriedly answered yes then accusingly quizzed me on how I knew who he was I casually explained I had read up on it elsewhere not his Library.
Have read it in a book somewhere where the exact words I used. He Ooohed  and awed in recognition I could tell he was still not convinced. What more could I tell him? how much could I tell him before he informed his master of my mysterious arrival? His master I knew well but not personally mutually or emotionally but from a distance. Never close up mind you far too dangerous at close range mostly far too uncomfortable for me but I was like that around everybody! I wasn't social as you remember. I was simply admirer of his and I had no intention of being anything more than that. That is until my incident the incident in which I nearly drowned. The idiot I was I fell face-first hadn't planned to it was just out of desperation I wasn't asking for sympathy and I wasn't looking for any kind of pity nor was I trying to attràct any attention especially death and as desperate as I was I had not planned for another awkward meeting with him. Another because we had met briefly before the drowning incident. I was intrigued by him and he was intrigued by me. He was in fact absolutely fascinated by my present knowledge of Ankh Disc world's largest  city the place he knew I had never been at least not physically! I told him I had read a book about him which was true. He however was not convinced either. Really I would like to read that book he curtly but politely responded. Well I don't know if you'll be able to I mean I don't think you can sir. I was sounding rather weak and timid and Within Myself. I found my voice had a rather little squeak in it which was rather unlike me for I had a voice that wished rarely wish to hit higher notes. If I had been a singer I would have no question been a contralto. Minecraft was the prized singer of the family or I was the master recontuer of the family. Otherwise I was the Storyteller of the family. However I doubt I was prized much any longer by anyone. Mother was frightened of me father was often in one of his silent Furies where you knew he was angry but he wouldn't tell anyone not even my mother what he was angry about. History would eventually subside but sometimes it would take months to this signs before he could speak again however it depended on how angry he was. Once as a little girl I thought I was dead to him what would he think of me now I was gone what would I mean to him now they didn't mysteriously disappeared would he disowned me what must my mother be feeling right now did she blame herself I wondered if she was looking for me what really would kill me is if she thought I'd run away. How do you mean girl he broke my friendship concern for a moment while I do not believe such a book would be available to you sir at this time and in this world. This it is out of print no longer in circulation you mean. Reasons no not exactly the book was never in Prince you see never in any circulation so just be not here not ever it does not exist at least I don't think it does. Still you've read about me all the same alright what is it that you are not telling me Madeline. I was speechless I hadn't told him my name I would have preferred my name to have remained confidential information to everyone I didn't wish for him to be an exception and I didn't want him to know me. Didn't want anyone to know me. I mustn't interact I must focus and imagine myself at home back at home the last I lingered the sooner I could return to my home I needed to conserve my energy and not use it for having the conversations with death. Did you read it perhaps within the premises of my library. Know your story I'm sure you keep hitting from unwanted wise you certainly wouldn't leave it lying around for just anyone to see you would most likely keep it under lock and key so no one like myself would accidentally read it even if you had it just lying about sir I assure you I wouldn't read it even then it has personal information I'm sure you wish to to be kept privates and unseen private property is important to some people. I'm not other people I mean I'm down I do not follow the crowds I certainly do not conform to what other people do I'm like that I always have them tell me what else do you know the story. This story is not just of your own it is the story that is being played out at this very minute hour by hour day by day year after year Century after century and Millennium after millennium. This very world is a story not yet written a story yet. Told a story which has not yet reached its conclusion what you don't know and what they do not realize is all this world is a figment of human fantasy a figment of human imagination this story lives on the on the intentions of its author it isn't itself and never ending ever living story a story I cannot take any part of so I must return to my own story back to the world which I belong.