Have you ever had the feeling that someone was watching over you? Yes, that feeling. That feeling which haunts you and sends shivers down your spines. Perhaps you feel it now as you may sit in a wardrobe trying to find a peaceful place to read my story. Perhaps you felt it yesterday afternoon as you sneaked into the kitchen to steal a biscuit from the tin. Perhaps you are one of the lucky ones and feel truly safe. If that is you, feel accomplished, feel free and use your life. For you are one of the chosen ones. Or perhaps, more importantly, you haven't been chosen.
I can sense a being behind me, hidden in the shadows of the deepest darkness of my soul. I have a lot to hide... But I think it knows that. I don't even know if this being is real, or if it is simply a figure of my imagination. My eyes are glued shut. I can not open them. I steady myself, deep breaths. I know I must calm down. But as my eyes are closed the only images I see are the ones of home. The marble palace which reached high into the sky, my Father's face as he peers around my bedroom door.
Brave. I must be brave.
My hair stands on end as I slowly allow a minute amount of light into my eyes. As I turn around, I see a man. His flowing white robes are decorated with crimson red embroidery. His cloak glistens as it turns and floats in the wind. The silence continues to shroud my existence and I steadily begin to rise.
"Why am I here?" I ask once. The feeble voice I hear in my head is spoken in a bold manner, making the exasperated reality of my gasps weak and feeble - which they of course are. The man's expression does not falter, however. His stern face directed at myself, without deviation. His eyes are so piercing blue, they could cut through a soul.
"You do not know?" He replies, in the daring voice I hear my own in, "You do not know why you are here?" He taunts me. Of course I know, everybody knows. My decision. Every millennium, the decision must be made. The biggest decision that could ever be made.
