Prologue: 1922
The wind whips against my back as I fall through the air. Back facing the water beneath me. I see the bridge I fell from.
Falling.
Down.
Farther.
Until I hit the coolest water. The night around me is filled with coldness due to the winter season. Water greets me with open arms. I thrash around with no avail. In 1922, I didn't learn how to swim, just to help papa in the field. Kind man, warm hearted. Right now as my freezing cold hand clutches my neck, willing air into my suffocating lungs, I think of his warm heart.
Right now I am anything but. Cold presses down on me, telling, pushing me down to the rocky bottom. I give up trying to resist. The moon casts down on the water giving it an eerie look. I can see the night fog tumbling on the water surface above me, where I so helplessly want to be.
As I finally breathe in the murky water, filling my lungs with it, I look up to see the bridge one last time. I also see a familiar hooded figure leaning over the edge to the rail that I just fell from. But little do some people know, I did not fall.
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Heyy guys. Thanks for checking this out. its a working progress. but if I dont get enough comments on this chapter then I wont keep going. So, if you like it, comment.
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THIS note is a few months after I took this down, but I really like this story. <33 So, imma keep going
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From The Past
FantasyMystery and time travel. Ill update this summary later and I swear its not because my writing sucks. Read the prologue. At least.
