Chapter 1: Where Shall I Begin

Where shall I begin? I suppose the beginning is normally the place. But that sounds so, been there done that. I could start at the end, but that's also been done before. So why not just start in the middle? It's definitely the most original on the list of ways to go, but has also been done before. So I'll go with the mid-beginning.

In my second life I was born into a happy little family. I had two older siblings, a brother ten years older, and a sister, six years older. I was five. My brother had dark brown hair and eyes like our father, and dimples when he smiled. His name was Tom. My sister took after both parents with father's hair and mother's beautiful green eyes. Her name was Lily.

Father was a lumberjack, six foot eight, and had a thick unruly beard. He was a very intimidating man that no one in the village would mess with. My mother was a short woman standing at five foot two. She had the brightest green eyes and black hair that she kept short. Everyone loved her and with her around, my father seemed more approachable.

We were happy. That is before HE came. The first time I saw him I was with my mother and sister in town. We were shopping for tonight's dinner and stopped at a shop selling crafts when a brooch caught my sister's eye. It was pretty, shaped like a flower with red gem's imbedded in it.

While my mother and sister studied the brooch I let my eyes wonder across the shop till they stopped. There in the window stood a six foot tall man with honey colored eyes and long blonde hair pulled back into a low ponytail. He was pale, but not unhealthy so. He was staring at me with a strange look then he smiled and did a little wave before disappearing right before my eyes. After blinking for a minute, I turned to my mother thinking that I had just imagined the guy.

My sister had decided on getting the brooch and after paying for it we were on our way home. Once home my mother set about getting lunch ready while my sister and I started our chores. She took the clothes off the line while I swept the living room. My brother was helping my father with carrying the lumber inside.

While sweeping I suddenly heard humming. I had assumed it was my mother, as she does that while cooking, but the tune was different from what she usually hummed. Glancing up I saw that it wasn't my mother as she had went to the pantry to get the bread. Looking to where the sound came from I saw the man that I had seen earlier in our kitchen. He was still humming and staring right at me. I tried to speak, to ask who was he, and why was he in our home? But nothing came out. It was as I was a mute.

He approached me slowly, still humming. I backed up, still unable to utter a sound, to alert my mother that a stranger was here in our home, despite all my efforts. He smiled at my attempts there was humor in his eyes. "God his eyes were gorgeous when he smiled. Like honey, so sweet and soothing."

I shook my head wondering where that thought had come from. He came closer and closer until he was right in front of me. He never stopped humming. Gently he got down on one knee and reached out to me.

Then something bizarre happened. It was as if time had stopped. I couldn't hear anything, not the birds that had been in the background, not my father's words to my brother, not even my mother moving around in the pantry. Even the man had stopped humming and looked out the window. I turned my head to look at what he was staring at now and saw another man.

This man was about the same height as the first but that was where the similarities ended. This one had silver eyes that seemed to shift like the waves of the sea and black hair tinted purple. It was left loose and looked like he didn't even bother to brush it. His skin was bronze as if he spent all day in the sun.

His eyes were on the first guy and then they slowly moved over to me. My breath was caught in my throat as I gazed into those eyes. I felt like I was going mad but to tear myself away would completely drive me insane. It was like looking at two moons, so mesmerizing.

Breaking me out of my trance, the first guy huffed. He seemed angry and disappeared before me yet again. I blinked the looked to the second man. He too was gone, and with them gone time started to flow once more. My mother came out of the pantry with the bread. My sister brought the clothes in as my father and brother came in with the wood in their arms. It was, to say the least, a very strange moment.

I was left to wondering, with how abruptly it stopped, if I had imagined the whole thing. I had thought about telling my parents and my siblings, but what would they say and what would they do. If what I saw was real then they could not help me, I knew that for a fact. But if it was fake, and was just my imagination then I would seem crazy to them. I didn't know what to do so I decided to keep quiet. At least until I had proof of what I saw.

Later that night as I was getting ready for bed I felt something staring at me. As I turned around ,though, there was nothing there, just to me and my imagination. Or so I thought, but as I laid down I saw two moons looking at me through my window right as I close my eyes and fell asleep.