new and improved prologue.
How to Never Let Go
Prologue
It all started at exactly 5:07 on October the second in a part of Seattle that doesn’t technically exist. It’s there- it just doesn’t exist. Don’t ask questions, you’ll understand soon enough. I remember that it was a cloudy day, a roof of dark clouds hung over the entire city, with a feeling of oppression. I was so used to it that I put the weighty atmosphere of something significant about to happen down to the imminent thunderstorm. I’m inclined to believe I was pretty darn well wrong. I’ve told you when and where it started, but that’s not really what you need to know: it’s all in the why. If I really think about it maybe it started with the Bainhe-Sidhe war all those years ago. Maybe it began with the birth of the Fae folk. I don’t know, but I do know where my story- our story- starts, and that’s just what I’ve told you. I’ve told you when and where it started, but that’s not really what you need to know: it’s all in the why, and the why is all here, within this volume.
I didn’t really want to be the one to write this, but the vote was unanimous - I was the only one who was could really tie together all the loose ends properly. But please don’t think the credit is all mine. Here I have collected the many threads of the tapestry, every voice in this song. It took a lot of coaxing, some serious threats, copious amounts of paper and a new backspace key (the old one broke) but I did it. I recorded the happenings that would change two worlds forever. I wrote it and edited it and slaved over it for so long it sometimes doesn’t feel like it happened to me and begins to feel like the story of someone else entirely. And maybe that’s why writing it was important, to me personally- it proves that it was me, that it did happen. And it does seem unreal, but I urge you to have faith that this is all very, very true. And now, it is with great pride in all that we have done and written that I present to you the tale of how we learned How to Never Let Go.
Lyris A. Caitir of the Guard
Prologue
It all started at exactly 5:07 on October the second in a part of Seattle that doesn’t technically exist. It’s there- it just doesn’t exist. Don’t ask questions, you’ll understand soon enough. I remember that it was a cloudy day, a roof of dark clouds hung over the entire city, with a feeling of oppression. I was so used to it that I put the weighty atmosphere of something significant about to happen down to the imminent thunderstorm. I’m inclined to believe I was pretty darn well wrong. I’ve told you when and where it started, but that’s not really what you need to know: it’s all in the why. If I really think about it maybe it started with the Bainhe-Sidhe war all those years ago. Maybe it began with the birth of the Fae folk. I don’t know, but I do know where my story- our story- starts, and that’s just what I’ve told you. I’ve told you when and where it started, but that’s not really what you need to know: it’s all in the why, and the why is all here, within this volume.
I didn’t really want to be the one to write this, but the vote was unanimous - I was the only one who was could really tie together all the loose ends properly. But please don’t think the credit is all mine. Here I have collected the many threads of the tapestry, every voice in this song. It took a lot of coaxing, some serious threats, copious amounts of paper and a new backspace key (the old one broke) but I did it. I recorded the happenings that would change two worlds forever. I wrote it and edited it and slaved over it for so long it sometimes doesn’t feel like it happened to me and begins to feel like the story of someone else entirely. And maybe that’s why writing it was important, to me personally- it proves that it was me, that it did happen. And it does seem unreal, but I urge you to have faith that this is all very, very true. And now, it is with great pride in all that we have done and written that I present to you the tale of how we learned How to Never Let Go.
Lyris A. Caitir of the Guard