A 1st harmony broken by pride of man. A 2nd yet to be orchestrated. In the year 2100, repeats of history are feared like the plague and plead to be rewritten. Will our story metamorphose into a discordant but beautifully honest poem on a stave or be forgotten before it even ends? In other words, a story about the struggles of balance and goodness within and through the lives of complex humans and their attempts to meddle with an obfuscated order. It accounts for interference from an intangible entity and involves themes of technology, nature, animals, emotions, philosophy and rational decision-making.

She is an Alien. Not a small fetus-like creature, not a radioactive rock, nor a multi-eyed blob. She's a beautiful being with a mind to think and learn, and a heart to beat... Not to love. But of course what would Niall know about Aliens? Other than the comical interpretations he naively believes; about the stereotypical green, slim-covered grubs that come to invade the planet. He comes to learn of a foreign magic: so intoxicating and enticing in the most dangerous of ways. He's captured. [©Copyrighted]

The Sun child. She slowly walks out of the well-known dome of fire every morning, shining brightly as she strolls across the horizon of water, onto the beach and around the world bringing morning with her wherever she goes. Only seeming to be a flash of light, no one knows of her existence. She's a girl, trapped in destiny. No emotion. No opinion. No thought. She just walked soundlessly. It was destiny in a nutshell for a certain meeting to take place. The curtain was open, he wore sunglasses, he saw. He saw her because her spark was gone, she was weak, lifeless, dull and dying... Sunglasses were now able to drink in her appearance without any falter... She was indeed dying. And Zayn was going to save her. [©Copyrighted]

Liam is on a conquest to restore his grandfather's farm to the great condition it was in before the unforeseen tornado. Determination is sure to show in everything he plans on doing to provoke the growth of the plants he supposes he'll eventually nurture; but the soil among the acres of unseeded land will never sprout a thing. Liam is utterly oblivious to the fact that it is dry and lifeless. So completely dead and useless. But she was there to help him. She saw the hopeful glint in the boy's unaware eyes every time he skimmed the serene scenery, looking right past her figure. He never saw her as she saw him, no one spots her and he was not an exception to that, but her story was different. He was lucky to catch her eye. The only things that ever catch her eye are flowers... She is growing acquaintance to Liam's scented presence as each second, minute, hour, day and week flies by quicker than the sunlight she admires. [©Copyrighted]

Nyx. She is darkness, the good kind... She dances around the platforms of the earth sprinkling peaceful darkness, sleep, death and dream. Always a smile etched on her porcelain-like face as she proceeds to do what she has to. She is hidden amongst the darkness that follows her everywhere. But she doesn't mind. She embraces the gloom. Because she knows it makes her who she is and is misunderstood for her openness. She has enveloped many with the gift of death, especially many from the Tomlinson family. Only a few of them left. One of them being the feisty Louis Tomlinson. He's furious at death. The two meet, not in dull darkness but in gracious light as she unwillingly became his shadow... [©Copyrighted]

For a boy who hates the cold so much, is it possible for him to so suddenly love her? She's not his typical 'hot' gal but she's definitely something. Obviously he's in love. Or so you'd think... The problem was with whom or rather what he was in love with. Love at first sight? No, it's something even more absurd. One statement thrilled her beyond words. He was a very patient lad... What can she say? She tried. She solely existed to fulfill the winter dreams of iddy biddy children, not to be gawked at by curly haired adolescents. From that day on, Cornwall was off-limits for her. But, a few years later, she (regrettably) exploited a major come-back and softly blanketed Cornwall with many layers of snow for all those chubby, snow-deprived children. Never did she expect that same nest-haired guy to run to the exact same spot they'd met at before, barefoot, breathless and in his Pyjamas at 5am on a Sunday morning. Never did she expect that. [©Copyrighted]