Myra
Time is a Fickle Thing...
Hi again. I changed the start of the first chapter and was just wondering if it is now better than my original beginning. It is a lot shorter as well. Please take a look and all comments are welcome
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Lily Riason had never once considered herself to be a beautiful person, or someone with any extraordinary skills that would define her in a special light. However, that was a matter of opinion, for there were many whose heads turned when she walked past.
Therefore, she had to wonder why anyone would consider her to be a special, or mysterious, person.
Was it because of the secrets she kept? Or was it because she never let anyone get close? Alternatively, was it simply because she happened to be prudish?
Not one person could say they knew her, and Lily was happy with this, but as humans tend to be rather nosy in matters they did not know about, or have any business poking their noses in, many had set out to find out her background story, only to become frustrated when they weren’t even close to the truth. Lily would simply smile, and the whispers that followed her would go over her head without a second thought.
The gossip and idiotic thoughts of her fellow students were the least of her worries. No, her worries stemmed from the nightmares that haunted her at night, terrible and shadowy figures lurking in her vicinity, and disappearing before she could get a good look at them. This had been happening since she had been a child, back in that forsaken orphanage and then the hell that followed.
Lily had always been a smart girl, sailing through her schooling, and was now in her last year at the University of Edinburgh studying history; her favourite subject, and the topic of her most treasured possession. The tome she had on her shelf in her student flat, dedicated to all history dating back to when time began. The entries in there fascinated her, and she had always wondered what it would be like to live in that time. Curiously, when these thoughts crossed her mind, she would see the shadowy figures.
On one occasion when Lily had been leaving her flat, to go to her morning classes, she had looked up, upon hearing a floorboard squeak by the stairs, just in time to see someone turn the corner and she even heard their footfalls on the stairs. However, when she had reached the stairs and leaned over the railing, looking down from the top floor of the dormitory buildings, she could not see anyone.
This happened quite regularly, and she had caught them off guard on a number of occasions, but upon turning a corner, or some another object that obscured her view such as a bush, or a wall, the figure would be gone.
She saw them everywhere, and this concerned her, but for the time being, she put the rising questions to the back of her mind, and concentrated on what she was doing presently, which was standing outside the door to one of the Board Members offices. She raised her hand to knock on the door, while staring at the scratched and grubby plaque with the name “Joseph Gael” engraved into it.
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Lily Riason had never once considered herself to be a beautiful person, or someone with any extraordinary skills that would define her in a special light. However, that was a matter of opinion, for there were many whose heads turned when she walked past.
Therefore, she had to wonder why anyone would consider her to be a special, or mysterious, person.
Was it because of the secrets she kept? Or was it because she never let anyone get close? Alternatively, was it simply because she happened to be prudish?
Not one person could say they knew her, and Lily was happy with this, but as humans tend to be rather nosy in matters they did not know about, or have any business poking their noses in, many had set out to find out her background story, only to become frustrated when they weren’t even close to the truth. Lily would simply smile, and the whispers that followed her would go over her head without a second thought.
The gossip and idiotic thoughts of her fellow students were the least of her worries. No, her worries stemmed from the nightmares that haunted her at night, terrible and shadowy figures lurking in her vicinity, and disappearing before she could get a good look at them. This had been happening since she had been a child, back in that forsaken orphanage and then the hell that followed.
Lily had always been a smart girl, sailing through her schooling, and was now in her last year at the University of Edinburgh studying history; her favourite subject, and the topic of her most treasured possession. The tome she had on her shelf in her student flat, dedicated to all history dating back to when time began. The entries in there fascinated her, and she had always wondered what it would be like to live in that time. Curiously, when these thoughts crossed her mind, she would see the shadowy figures.
On one occasion when Lily had been leaving her flat, to go to her morning classes, she had looked up, upon hearing a floorboard squeak by the stairs, just in time to see someone turn the corner and she even heard their footfalls on the stairs. However, when she had reached the stairs and leaned over the railing, looking down from the top floor of the dormitory buildings, she could not see anyone.
This happened quite regularly, and she had caught them off guard on a number of occasions, but upon turning a corner, or some another object that obscured her view such as a bush, or a wall, the figure would be gone.
She saw them everywhere, and this concerned her, but for the time being, she put the rising questions to the back of her mind, and concentrated on what she was doing presently, which was standing outside the door to one of the Board Members offices. She raised her hand to knock on the door, while staring at the scratched and grubby plaque with the name “Joseph Gael” engraved into it.
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