Web of Time

The Beginning

"She betrayed us, Zacarias! She must die!" The man yelled, struggling against an older man, his hate filled eyes looking at me. Fire and screams surrounded us.

"We will deal with her later, sire. First, we must put these fires out and seal the rift." The old man, Zacarias, spoke to him. "And we will still need her power."

My body moved without my consent and my hands raised.

"None will live to remember this. You have not listen to me, and now my hand is forced, my love. I will see you in the next life." My voice was light and fair, bitter grief turning it to malice. I felt the power being pulled from me and the world went dark.

I floated in a space of nothingness, and watched time float around me. Inventions were created. Countries created and died while plaques ran rampat. The images began to slow down, and I began to descend.

You must correct the wrong doing that has happened. You know your destiny. Now you must seize it.

I opened my eye and saw the ceiling above me. My alarm was blaring it's word of wisdom.

"Your faults make you unique. You are not a wallflower. Seize your feminate energy and change the wrong things in your life. You alone know your destiny. You must seize it."

I rolled over, turned off the alarm and began my day. It was a simple routine, but one that ensured my existance. Get up, do my yoga, shower, head to work, do my job, go to school, take my defense classes, go home, eat, read and then go to sleep listening to my woman empowerment loop. I did contribute to society as I worked in food; I wasn't just a waste of space.

I had to tell myself that several times a day.

I had a simple childhood. I didn't know my parents, but I did have a very loving godmother who raised me as her own. We traveled the world as she was an archeologist and anthropologist. I had gleaned lots of useless information that the world didn't care for as it wasn't considered important.

I rolled my wheelchair through the house, loving how the wheels felt running through my hands and fingers. Some people might have felt trapped, but to me the wheel chair was liberating. I always had a chair, I could roll quickly and people avoided me.

I rolled through my garage door, and into my car. Thank goodness it was the last day of school. Tomorrow I would be able to start my trip to Mexico to start on an experimental treatment to see if I could walk again. There was nothing physically wrong with me. By all accounts I should have been walking by now. Perhaps it was an issue in the connections of my brain.

I dove deep into thought on that part. The human brain was a strange thing.

I didn't see the truck as it hit the front end of my car.