Mortal Risk

Knowing where to begin the Tell has been somewhat a struggle. It encompasses so much more than the masses will choose to believe.

It will be the youth whom see our story as the True. Their forbears will stand divided. But, it is the twisted and manipulated few among them who continue to perpetuate the shadow over the many generations of this world’s existence.

Out of ignorance they live the Great Lie. For the many, by all that is fair, it is not of their doing. They are merely born into it~knowing none the wiser.

As were you and those come to find; as was I. For I would not stand compromised by he who was delivered to, and given rule of this world. He who by the Second Displacement, stole me away from you and all that I knew in order to satisfy a perverse perception of love.

And so I was punished by the same means he himself was imprisoned. He set his hand to still my blade and I was forced through the Doorway and hidden within the past. Unborn once again, to those who profited by my presence in their household, lost and seemingly forgotten.

Until~

The Old One ordered a Gathering and the Correcting began. While teams secreted among the unsuspecting lived in isolated And deliberate locations in the past. Waiting to be Awakened and rejoined.

Your story differs in that you are of this world and current Timeline. But, you are born of Crystalline heritage; making your alliance with those come to find, a mortal risk.

~Dellasseea N'Syis, First-born Daughter of the Primal Elements.
Prisoner of that which is most commonly referred to as The Forbidden World.
Third Era/Third Displacement

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Future Posts

~~The Last Time I saw my Brother

~~Lady Sad Eyes

~~Pirate Radio

~~Confusion & Doubt

~~The Day the Music Died

~~One Man's Voice

~~The Face in the Mirror

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My Intent

The initial reasons behind these letters were to clarify my actions—or the lack thereof, my beliefs and/or doubts as regards my Awakening to whom they say I am, and to come to terms with the visions and memories they give me to know as the True.

But, as I work through the early, yet-to-be-published journals, I realize I can no longer be sure of the future I was describing to you. For the Timeline is now changed. Its exact duplication ended with the new bargain that now seals our fates. I cannot be sure that the previous End Games will result the same sacrifices. The sacrifice that gifted me your birth.

You are termed a lesser brother—being a hybrid of this world. I dislike the “lesser” inference they’ve imposed and hesitate to use the word in that I, myself, should acknowledge it.

But I know otherwise.

You risked much to help Awaken me. Put yourself among those in life-threatening circumstance. For there are those who have already died being associated with those trying to find and communicate with me. As one who will forever be known as having died of an excessive lifestyle.

But I know otherwise.

With the visions comes the truth. I saw the thinly milky liquid poured over his mouth. The vomit would cover its cause and the death of a young guitarist was reported as having consumed too much liquor with the wrong kind of drugs.

I could not help him. He was born only of this world and none of us could Touch is heart. You, I could help and is why we are Heartbound. It was meant only to keep you safe from harm. At the time of that Bonding, I had yet to know the severity of its impact.

Your death will be as no other can be. Being Heartbound makes it so. You chose a sacrifice in order that I be free to return to my home. You were born to me, upon that return, so that the Journey would never be in vain.

I believe that first I must tell you why you were gifted to me the first time. And how it came that you were born a second. It is the only true way to understand why it is now so changed.

~Dellasseea N'Syis, First-born Daughter of the Primal Elements.
Prisoner of that which is most commonly referred to as The Forbidden World.
Third Era/Third Displacement

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Author Comment

I though I would try the Blogging format, thinking it a way to introduce the Diary of a Prisoner section of the overall storyline. The Diary belongs to Dellasseea N'Syis, FirstBorn daughter to the Primary Elements--The First Ones, The Ancient Ones--and the Chronicler of the displaced histories of the Forbidden World.

The Chronicles speak to the First and Second Displacements of Time. This Diary speaks to the Third and Current Displacement; one that no longer holds the same Future as timelines past, for it has now become irrevocably changed.

Thank you, L.L.Abbott

Letter to an Unborn Son

You are many years and worlds away.
But I know who you are in this world.
I have seen your face and heard your voice. We have Touched and are Heartbound. You have lived your life on the road and stage. But I joined you two lifetimes ago and shared in the music you made. It is unclear to me now, whether I will do so again.

Because of who we are, I knew the day, the hour, and way you died. At the last of the Warring Years and the Great Ground War.

There was a moon-lit lake and sky filled of stars; documented as the Night of Bonding. We absorbed ourselves; one into the other. And on the day that followed, we went into the battle
and fought as though one. It was an enemy hand took you down. And when we fell, it was your blood that stained the ground. But before our last breath, though your blade cut into his flesh,
it was my hand that delivered him death.

When all wass done and the final breath taken Within, I opened my eyes. You did not.

Before your body was washed, I painted my face with your blood and wore it to the lighting of the fires of your pyre. I sang to that night's sky that your seed of rebirth slept warm and inside of me. And upon our escape, I bore you through the ancient doorway. Back to the point in time where the ruins of my home still smoldered; from the fires that nearly destroyed it.

There I gifted you with rebirth. There you came back to us; memories intact.

For now, though, this is my letter to you. It tells of the struggles of my Awakening, the hardships and of a new bargain struck and is what keeps me from you and my time among the Allies. It is the chronicling of the darkness of the Final Days.

~Dellasseea N'Syis, First-born Daughter of the Primal Elements.
Prisoner of that which is most commonly referred to as The Forbidden World.
Third Era/Third Displacement

Copyright © 2005-2008 The Forbidden World Chronicles ~L.L. Abbott

All Rights Reserved.