The Beginning Of All Our Troubles Pt.1

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Moments. 

Ah, these intangible fractions of time that can sometimes pass by without anyone noticing, but can also sometimes seem to last an eternity. To a dying man, each moment is to be cherished, to be used to its fullest potential. To a man preparing to enter the Time Center, a moment is the mere passing of time, unnoticed due to the fact that his focus is on the seemingly important things.

A moment, by the way, is also more than enough for your entire world as you know it to come crashing down.

I apologise, perhaps I should have provided some context before saying this. Let's get right into it.

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It was the last day of the year, a time some of you would call New Year's Eve. Day 179, Half-Year Two, 542 TTL. We had just returned from another dangerous mission involving very high levels of delicacy and tact, and because it was deemed TOP SECRET by the Time Center and Emperor Anax, I shall not go into any details of this particular mission. 

I landed in my time-pod alongside Blemat, just a few seconds after Morfus and X-58 had already arrived. I told the others to go ahead, as I'd catch up with them later, and Blemat looked at me quizzically.

What is this- this- about, Morfus-I mean, Melsur?

He was stuttering and fumbling a lot in those final days. I so desperately wish that I'd done something about it then, but alas, those are the pitfalls associated with hindsight.

I just have a little something I have to do, Blemat. You go on ahead.

The three of them teleported away, leaving me alone in the humongous hangar. I transmitted, Now! 

Antwerpus Adamos, one of the 100 members of the Royal Board on the Runners Council and my oldest and dearest friend, appeared next to me in a flurry of purple and gold, the colours of his obviously expensive suit. He smiled widely at me.

"Did you miss me, old friend?"


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