Literally, and I’m helping herald in the end of days. Instead of sleeping, I’m sitting here writing in my journal, using the new writing set I just got for my birthday from Ethan. The poor man is terrified of what I have to do, and I don’t blame him in the slightest. Between writing and staring at him, I don’t think I’ll sleep much today, though I should. I won’t be sleeping much for the next day and a half or so.
We spent today downtown buying out the cutest little store he’d run across. We wanted to ensure all this one of a kind stuff wasn’t lost when the world ends tomorrow. Vivianus consulted his book, saw what the world was coming to, the dangers is posed to those of us within Kariaste Manor, and came to me, asking for my help in speeding up the outside world, while our home beneath the shields remained intact. Easy job given I am the God, or Keeper of Time it’s self. The not so easy part is the fact Ethan and I will be spending so much time apart. We haven’t since we first met eight years ago, so this is something of an uncomfortable moment in our relationship for us you must understand.
I’ve yet to tell Ethan, or Vivianus about any possible side effects to this whole speeding time up by a 100 years thing I’ll be doing. It will age me that 100 years. I won’t look any different, save for much longer hair than when I leave, as I will be experiencing the passage of time in a way. However, and he’s unaware of it, I can put Vivianus within his own bubble of time, it’s easier for me to do that, than try to keep a whole Manor on one time and the world another. So I will have him in his time bubble and synced onto the Manor’s time flow. He will experience exactly the same amount of time as those within.
I will be the only one suffering through 100 years. Of watching the world destroy it’s self, the millions of deaths, and the planet taking over once more, while descendants of those who managed to survive scrabble out some form of a life. No. I’ve not told Ethan I will see all the horrors pass around us…and I will feel millions of ‘clocks’ stop running, as nuclear weapons are used, and the innocent are killed as well as guilty fall prey.
It will be hard coming home from that, even though I will be no further than the Manor’s roof. Such is the way things must be. I’ve consulted the Ebb, I am touching my powers, and have been since my birthday. Once I am done, my powers will fade once more till I actually need them for something significant. The small things I can do, require little thought, or focus unlike this.
Still…Ethan’s thirty six or so hours, will feel as long as my one hundred years apart from him. I’m glad he doesn’t have to go through that long separation as well. He asked me to keep close till it was time, and after. Little does he know all I will want is to just have his arms around me, and nothing more when I’m come back.
-Zaman Elios Demmas (though in my heart it is really Crawford)
