God thinks you're special and He loves you very much!

“A promise. A promise of faith, to see each other again…” That is what we said many years ago. What happened? Often, I find myself dreaming of him walking back, sliding his arms around my waist, simply standing. Minutes would go by as the rain began to fall, not caring of its presence, it being a melody of promise. I’ve been waiting for five years now, waiting for my sound of rain, as he promised. I wonder if something happened to him… I must know. I need to hear the fall of rain once more…

Stories don’t flow from my fingers as if he played, but I’ve tried, hoping someone might recognize his song and tell me where he is. I play it three times a night. None tire of it…except I. Those friends of mine will miss me, they say, but I must find out where he went, where he is. I set out into the unknown.

“A promise. A promise of faith, to see each other again…” That is what we said many years ago. What happened? Often, I find myself dreaming of her walking back, sliding her arms around my waist, simply standing. Minutes would go by as the rain began to fall, not caring of its presence, it being a melody of promise. I’ve been waiting for five years now, waiting for my sound of rain, as she promised. I wonder if something happened to her… I must know. I need to hear the fall of rain once more…

Music doesn't flow from my fingers as they once used to, but I've tried, hoping that she would recognize my songs. My songs have difficulty being published these days. It is as if I lost my magic... It seems many have become tired of it, and those friends of mine will miss me, they say, but they won't because I'm not real to them. I must find her, find the one pulse that beats within the unknown.

I’m aware of what you know already of the pendulum, but I must repeat a little in order for me to contin…contin…*ahem*, continulum. The pendulum that hangs in the huge clock that rests in center of town stays in the center not making a sound. No one knows exactly what happened that day other then the simple fact it stopped its sway. During the war of Clepsydra Frost a riot could be heard, but what did it cost…and what was lost?

The story begins with a woman and two children—

Yes, a woman and two children it does. The oldest of the children, named Jill, wore a clover-green dress and a coat to match, covered in fuzz. Brown buttons were what clasped this coat. Starting from top, a circle, a horizontal line, and a vertical line, odd shaped buttons to most. Hair thats color resembled a piece of furniture from a nice dark oak- You mean she is a brunette… –No. Silver strands like shooting stars, intertwining, infinitely mystical, and with eyes to match, though her shoes differed much, which reminded me of an interesting black cloak… Figures you only speak in riddles.

As for Tom, the younger of the two, by three years mind you, had colors much similar as far as hair and shoes went. Though the overwhelming color was silver for the hair, giving a different kind of glint. As for his eyes, they remind me of the sea, for their color and how they hold an entrancing depth to me- Yes, his eyes were easy to be distracted by… -He dressed smart, nice licorice pants and snowy shirt. To finish his attire was a brown coat, the only oddity, the only thing that would flirt. Flirt with your mind it would time and time again, as you looked in awe at the odd numbers and shapes that layered… Hey! I think I need another gin, he said as he found his glass to be empty after attempting a sip.

You know, you shouldn’t stop the story for such things… You don’t understand the necessity it holds… It helps me think, oh, the treasures it withholds. Bah, go get your drink. …Go on! Go to the bartender. I’ll tell the story, no worries. … Now, as I was saying before that old fart got carried away with describing things. I heard that!! Don’t think I’ve gone deaf you old bat! *Ahem*, as I was saying…

This story begins with a woman and two children. You already know, more or less, have imagined what the children look like. However, as for the woman, I’ll have to explain a little. She had an average build and wore a silver lab coat with, oh, I can’t remember…some kind of insignia sewn into the upper-part of the sleeve, he pointed. She had black hair and eyes to match- Aha! Yea, it looked like an endless void- -Would you mind?! Now, that more or less describes her for you. Let us get to the story now; we’ve wasted enough time. The old man nodded in agreement and began to drink and bask in the “treasures”, as he called it.

As you know, this is the war Clepsydra Frost. At this time many people were being escorted out of the once wonderful city of Clepsydra. This was a magical war, and many people were running for their lives from magic to ‘n fro, barely dodging the magic as it hit and destroyed buildings. There was a great power that few knew about at this time and this is where the two children and that woman come in.

It's not the net result that matters, it's the day to day struggles people go through that makes one's life important.

What I have shown you is reality. What you remember... that is the illusion.

I don't care what you are doing, so much as the idiotic way that you are doing it.

Escape from a world of illusions... Hmph... I wonder which is better.

I was frozen in time, but I feel as if my time is just beginning...

What to do? Have you lost your way? When that happens we each have to take a good look at our hearts. There's always something forgotten. Remember it... Whatever that is, must certainly be what you are looking for...

No matter what happens, isn't it important to try?

I don't want to regret not having done something later.

You start worrying and there's no stopping it! Things just start falling apart and get worse and worse.

Strength without determination means nothing... And determination without strength is equally useless...!

Once you've come to a decision, follow through with it and give it your all so you have no regrets. However... If you're undecided and unsure, stay that way, and follow through with you indecision. Being caught in the middle is the worst.

I speak with passion, from the heart! That's what matters most!

As long as you don't get your hopes up, you can take anything... You feel less pain.

I think the language of music is universal. Don't you agree?

You don't need a reason to help people.

It's not what the people say afterward... What's important is being true to oneself.