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I am saddened to recount the events of what happened. What I am about to tell is a story of love, a story of passion, and a story of warnings. The story of lovers that meet unfortunate ends. After listening to my story, please warn your friends. They must do better and not let history repeat itself. But regardless, you are here to read about what happened. To start, you need to understand who everyone is, where they came from. The world that we lived in then is much different from the world we lived in now. It was hard times and it was a world of gods and men. It was a time when we coexisted. We still do, but people don’t know that we do.
Henry Hidgens, once was more similar to me, a God, but now he resides in Fate territory. He once was on our side of things. Now he determines the way lives go and he kind of did back then too. He is the voice in the back of your head that urges you on, that warns you of your choices. He followed Emma wherever she went, haunting her almost. Warning her to think about herself before others. I thank him for that but… she found someone. She didn’t need him after she met Paul. Henry is the reason why a lot of things turned out the way they did. He interfered with their lives. I’m not saying anyone’s at fault, okay? But Henry Hidgens, you’ve made some mistakes sir.
Wilbur Cross, or Wiley as we all call him has always been a fate. A fate since the beginning of time. He decides how and when everyone dies. He exudes the terrifying thought of death to every mortal he comes across. He holds life literally in his hands. He also has just as much fault as Hidgens but, Hidgens befriended Emma where Wiley just continued to frighten the young girl.The last fate is Xander Lee. He was once my lover but that was when he was a god. Things change. Xander tried to help the girl to the best of his abilities and I applaud him for that. He has been a fate for much longer than Henry had been but still fairly new in the eyes of the gods. The fates were a group. Rarely seen without the others.
Next up on the road is Bill. Bill is kind. He is always there. He also has the habit of being late for Spring, but that’s friends for you I suppose. He did his best, he always does. He steps off the train every so often to say hi to me and bright light back into the world. Bring light and warmth and everything that one needs. His husband’s actions are not his fault. So direct whoever told you that to me. Bill is sweet and doesn’t deserve to be blamed for his husband’s actions. Anyways, Ted is the leader of the Underworld and Bill’s husband. He resides at the end of the rail line. He is a ruthless leader. He was back then too. He’s gotten better as time goes on but we don’t let him forget how bad he was. We cannot. I’ll talk about him a bit more later.
The last god is me, John MacNamara- the messenger. I am just here to narrate and lead people down the road. In my earlier years I looked out for Paul Matthews but that was what seems like an eternity ago. I will do my best to tell this story without bias but what happened was because I did act on bias. I did not learn from my mistakes like I should’ve. I have since then, hopefully grown. I hope that now I speak and act without the bias that I did back then.
We’re getting off track. I am here to talk about what happened. Next on the road are the men. Not everyone gets to be a god. There are a plethora of workers that we might meet later, might talk about later. But then again, maybe not. Now on this road there was a boy and a girl.
First is the boy, Paul Matthews. He was a young boy working on his poems. I kept him under my wing. He was the son of a Muse. Muses, for those that don’t know, aren’t known for their ability to stay loyal and reliable. His mother left when he was a child. So I took him under my wing. Not because I’m nice, his mother was my friend- or as much of a friend that a Muse could be. He stayed under my wing for most of his life. Until Emma came along.
Now Emma was a poor girl. She was alone for most of her life. She didn’t rely on anyone. She kept to herself and did everything for herself. When she arrived in Hatchetfield she was just looking for something to eat. Emma didn’t trust very easily. I don’t want to say that Paul was different but he was. He had a gift for storytelling. He almost enchanted Emma with his words and she fell hard. They were perfect for each other. They really were. I wish I could’ve done more to prevent what happened but I couldn’t. The love that these two shared was special. Reminds me of the love that Bill and Ted shared when they first fell in love. It was pure and passionate. They deserved each other. They really did. But I’m sure you want to hear what happened so let’s begin.