The Wynds Saga

" ....Messias...."

A crisp whisper echoed in his head.

"The Tower has been able to keep its rule over the people because they have forgotten how to oppose it's authority, despite there superstitions most believe the Tower to be basically good..."

"...Messias...."

"...they are right.."

"... Mmeessiiaass... listen to me...it's inside you... get it out...get it out"

"The Aran'car here aren't all to be trusted. Just because they're fighting for you doesn't mean they're on your side..."

"...MESSIAS! LISTEN TO ME. The voice it's talking to me again, who are you? GET OUT OF MY HEAD! OH NO IT'S HORRIBLE! Why, why? Hahahahaha...."

" Argghhhhhh!" Messias cradled his head in his hands as pain erupted through his skull

" Messias, are you okay?" The elite intellect asked, head perked like a falcon.

"...Who is it? Who's doing this. This...this hideous strength, how is inside of me? No...no the vision I can see her, Alica my beloved Alicia what have I done?"

The pain stopped and something took a hold on Messias's body. The Foresight had entered into his being. He was no longer a vessel that traveled throught time but Time itself, he could live an eternity of future in a moment of present.

"...Messias...Messias...Messias...Messias..."

The voice echoed in the isolation of darkness. Messias was something else now. A blade of grass flowing into a tree flowing into a soldier's cutlass. He was an enigma of a moment, though moments did not exist in time. Time was a awareness without a body, it had a structure but there was no way to explain how the body held together without being. He was a moment, then another moment and everything that existed within each moment. The collective existence that filled him had nearly killed him the first time he had had a Foresight, the torrent of life had nearly killed him. He had felt for a moment all the world's pain and all the world's joy, it had been as if in his whole life he had been horribly alone. Yet if he didn't let go of it the riptide of emotion that plowed through him was like a siren's call and once it took hold of you became part of everything forever. Cutlass...Time...Squirrel, he moved from thing to thing because he needed to keep that individuality for now, but perhaps someday he would join the circle, that joyous circle that tempted him each time he became Time. He couldn't explain how changing bodies kept him alive but he thought that because was an entity with no identity he would lose his own indivuality if he did not exist as something tangible. The problem was he couldn't stay there because time didn't exist in single objects, so he had to jump, not from moment to moment but faster than that, faster than Time could catch him.

"....Messias I am here...your future is here..."

" I am Time, I am future"

"....No...I am time... you are my conduit...you are my messenger...."

"But your the voice, you can't be..."

The blackness ceased to not exist. Dark dissapeared because light became a moment. Hill...a beloved breast of life. The Messias was a perfect union of each blade of grass that existed on that breast and the entire hill at once. The hill was what the Messias would call home and staging ground for his revolution. Time was irony and it thought it funny how humans existed for change even though all change was eroded by existence.