Irrational Fears - Part Three

I am about to turn back to him with a good comeback of some sort. I am full of those, but a man in a dark overcoat with his face covered by the hood passes me, grazing my shoulder with his arm.

My mind goes into overdrive as images of him, his master, and bits and pieces of time flood into my head. I quickly realize who the man is – a time ghost, but I cannot move as events bombard me. I see things I wish I never knew. Wars, plagues, famine, rape, hate, floods, and the war of the time god against the rest. But what breaks me into what seems like a million little pieces is the event of my conception. The time god forced himself on Morana. She screamed, tried to fight him, used her power, begged him to stop, and then she went completely still as any emotion she ever had left her soul.