Datani

 “I’m sorry about the blindfold, but you should get used to it after a couple of days if Tregarde’s theory proves to be accurate. I’m so happy you’re awake though, the whole city was up in arms because of your disappearance. Please don’t do it again.” I had so many questions for this person. I may as well tell you now, but I hadn’t made some miraculous recovery since the incident with the train. There was no dream from which I awoke, and realised that I had been in a hospital the whole time. As Sume put it, I had to die in one world, to be reborn in another. So I asked what that meant for me n

I wasn't scared. Once you have experienced near death, there truly seems nothing else left to fear, except perhaps loss. But I had nothing to lose, so such an opportunity as death was welcomed with open arms. In closing my eyes to the world I came from, I had created a new path and entered a new reality where I found I had new fears. I had entered a world I did not want to lose, and finally realised what a small luxury it was to experience a little fear. At the time I was alternating through thoughts such as, “I died”, “I think I’m dead”, and “I could be alive”. I remember realising that I wasn&rsqu

I am over a thousand years old, but as far as I know I was born only 20 years ago. I smile when I am asked to relate my life to people. Where do I start? There are a few different ways to tell my story. From my view point, to an outsider at least, it may seem so awkward to follow. Ask anyone I know about me and my life, and the picture they paint for you will change each time. My colleagues, my family. I suppose you could say they were the same people, but they all watched me change and grow into the person they know now, they have all seen different parts of my life and worked together so loyally to bring me from the dark. I work so hard to

They sit me down. PC Charley is sitting on the opposite side of the table. "Can you remember the last time you saw her?" "….." "Lisa, we need your help… please…" The strain and tension in Mrs Thomas's voice hurts to hear. It reminds me of a rubber band being stretched before it snaps, and her voice is definitely about to snap. You can't blame her though, Nadia is her one and only daughter, I've heard countless stories about her being a "miracle" and a "beautiful surprise". So it really hurts. "The last time I saw her, was Saturday, my birthday." Just before she disappeared, so whatever happened, happened just after I watche