To tell you the truth Marie-Lynn was a girl of low self esteem. I never understood why, she was beautiful. When I finally was given the chance to explain the fire fully she fell to her knees, ashamed. She didn't know, and that was okay. I remember once she brought herself to apologize for being herself, a notion more caring than always seen. You see, by blaming herself the other person would normally feel better, but this blame was no ones. I hadn't even known, I wasn't even aware. I'm sure I'm not even aware of how much she cares for me. Sometimes I think she would have died to save me. She was a brilliant girl, and always surprised me with her abilities. She could learn from me easily by just watching me work, even when the work isn't visible.
This journal was written as a recollection of feelings and events in my world and a little in reality. These were the events that caught my attention and captured me in the moment. I know that a terrorist attack was carried out in one of the years in reality, I think it was called 9/11. I will never understand how so many people found that terrifying, it's idiotic. Those buildings were built to survive a plane hitting them and somehow a plane clipping the side of one took it down at near free-fall speed. It is illogical to make the assumption that the planes were not just cover for the explosives placed throughout the skyscrapers. But enough of that, trivial events are not what I intend to write about.
Marie-Lynn incase I have not mentioned has hazel eyes and auburn hair. Her eyes capture me every time I look into them. I never told her how much I loved seeing her looking at me in return because when she did, I existed in reality. Reality was not my reality in a way. Life is a perception of your own reality. Who's to say that the time, the centuries I would spend in my world would be lost life instead of an extension on a usually short life? In the time someone reaches the age of thirty five, I will have lived one more year for every night in those years. Let's say I created my world when I was ten, that would mean I, by the time I'm thirty five would have spent nine thousand, one hundred and twenty five years in my world. That's nine millennium in twenty five years in reality. That's countless hours dedicated to improving my mind and harnessing my thoughts. That's endless days in sweet serenity. That's my life.
I never told Marie-Lynn about this journal, for I was afraid of how she would react. What if she didn't agree with letting another person read it one day, in a world free from this chaos. I suppose it doesn't matter what she would think now, considering the fact that she is long dead. By writing this wanderer's journal I preserve her memory and honor our hardships. One day, I hope to meet up with her again in my world.
The last six months I spent with her after entering my fire were not bad at all. Actually they were quite good. She accepted the truth of the fire quickly and soon joined me in it. I showed her the passion and power that it carried over this world. She was soon able to create small animals, something I never thought of doing. We created fish for the lakes and rivers, even for the great blue that lies far beyond. We created squirrels and chipmunks who would feed off of the trees, and some lynx's to hunt them as well. This world, just like reality needed a balance between the animals. When the year came to an end we had plenty of living animals running around, ignoring our presence so we could observe them. It was something out of a regular persons most beautiful dream, and it was real for us.
Reality the next morning was bright and hurtful on my eyes, this sun wasn't friendly. I checked the alarm clock thats display glowed a light blue, it was eight forty six. I had gotten exactly eight hours and forty five minutes; I fell asleep at one minute past midnight. I felt rejuvenated and strong this time. My mind was ready for the idiots of the world today. I did not have school that day, so I spent most of the time reading and writing, skills I mastered in my world. I could speak and write English, Latin, French, Italian, and Portuguese. My parents had no idea about my world so they were surprised when they heard me speak fluent Latin one day at the dinner table. Sometimes I can forget what language I'm speaking so I won't notice if I start speaking another one. My parents did that morning ask me what I do at night. They thought I had been studying languages every night for the past few years. If only they knew. To be honest I spent ten years studying each language, perfecting them. Which for five languages would be fifty years (I studied English as well). Fifty years amounts to fifty nights in reality, time seemingly lost to most. I was centuries ahead in all of my classes, which allowed me to ace every test and assignment assigned by all of my teachers. I had all the time in the world.
-Zero
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