When it started...

In order to better understand how deep my insanity runs, you have to know how deeply I believe it all.

It all started almost a decade ago now. My parents were fighting and on the brink of a divorce. That didnt really bother me, I never much cared for them, and they never much cared for me. "Fuck 'em" I thought constantly.

One night I was falling asleep. I heard someone or soemthing come through my window and as I sat up to look around I noticed a shadow in the corner of my room. Suddenly I passed out.

Before my eyes had the strength to open themselves, I could tell I was in a different place. I was on a hard, cold floor. The smell of plants and mildew hung in the air. As I forced my eyelids to open, I could see my new surroundings.

I was in some kind of castle, at least, the interior was reminiscent of one. The floor was made of stone and its cracks were full of moss. I wiped my dirty hands on my pajama pants as I stood up. A man in the corner of the tall cylindrical room motioned for me to follow him, as he removed a torch from the wall to light his way.

I followed him, not knowing where I was or for what reason I was there. I continued to follow him, in silence, as we made our way up a long spiral staircase that wrapped around the room I was just in.

At the opening at the top of the stairs was a giant room. The man with the torch motioned for me to enter. As I did I realized that the room I now stood in was impossibly large. It was the size of a football stadium, only instead of seats centered around he field, there was a single throne at the room's center.

I walked towards this throne and suddenly realized that it was large enough to seat a titan. Only, the bottom of the throne, was low enough to the ground for a person to sit on. I continued the long walk across the room, and suddenly noticed the monolithicly sized mosiacs that encompassed the room.

Each mural was of a different scene, and the one thing they had in common were the same four humans in them. Each also depicted various angles of a giant scene of battle. There were thousands of people in the giant murals, and some were alive, some were dead, and some were fighting.

There were people flying through the air and fighting; creatures on both sides attacking, killing, being killed. But always, in the forefront, the biggest image were of the same four humans, two men and two women.

I was almost to the throne now, and looked upon it again and noticed something that I hadn't until now. There was someone on the throne!

I picked up my pace, eager to ask questions, and investigate. Now standing only a few feet from the throne I gazed upon the person on it.

It was a young woman, in her mid-twenties at best, with entirely silver hair. I was immediately drawn to her, not by her lack of clothing, but as though she knew me...

"Hello, I do know you, and I have been waiting a long time to finally meet you." She spoke softly, seeming to hear my thoughts.
"Who are you? Where am I? How did you find me?" I was becoming slightly angered.
"You look so much like he did... and you have his temper too. It truly has been a long time." She said, a tear rolling down her cheek.
"Who is -he-? What is going on?" Suddenly a strange fact dawned on me, we were not speaking english to each other. In fact, since english was the only language I knew, this threw me off of my thought processes.
Sensing my distress, she spoke again, in this new language I was suddenly fluent in. "You are speaking the language of your true self. A language older than anything you can imagine. You are special, and are destined for greatness.
The ancients predicted that in the year 2012, the Great Evil would rise. This evil, will destroy even those who summoned them. This evil will not share the cause of it's summoners, and seeks only to destroy all life on this planet.
You do not have many years until then. Look around you at the murals on the wall, notice now that they have changed? One of those men has your face now, and the other three have no faces. The faces you saw when you entered into this room were the faces of the previous Chosen Ones. There are new Chosen out there now, and it is your task to find the other three.
If you do not find them as soon as you can, you will not have the strength to stop the Great evil from being release in 2012. It will take all your commitment and strength, and determination to harness and understand all your abilities.
This is what you were meant to become."
It was a lot to take in, and the only thing I could say was, "How do you know all of this?"
She smiled, and said "I was one of the last Four. I was the one left behind to wait for the next Four, and tell them of their destiny. That is the downside to being what we are. When you destroy the Great Evil, you all may die. Whoever, if any, of you are left will live long enough to spread the word to the next generation."
"How do I find the other Three?"
"One will be your soulmate, one will be your lifetime friend, the other will be their soul mate. You will know when you meet these people."
I was still unsure if this was a dream or not, and I could not seem to think of any other questions to ask.
That was the last I heard from her. She told me before she left, that her name was Morgana, and she was returning to her other Three.
I passed out again...
I woke up the next morning in my bed, with the thoughts of the dream still fresh in my mind. I laughed at myself for believing it to be anything but a dream. As I reached to change my clothes, I noticed my hands were covered in dirt. And my pajama pants had moss stains on them, and I had the marks where I wiped my hands off on them.
I knew it had been no dream

An introduction...

I want to first say that I am crazy. Yes, crazy. I am down-right out of my damn mind. You are probably asking yourself why I say this.

The simple answer is this:
I believe myself to have special abilities....
And I am going to save the world.

If you do not believe in such things, do not continue to read this.

And if you dont care for the rantings of a mad man, turn back now.

That being said, for those of you still reading,

Welcome to my life...