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Alright. I'm back. Sort of. Again. I guess.

Lots, sort of...happening. I'm going to post something here I wrote but I'm warning everyone, it's also going
to be continued elsewhere so it doesn't get in the way of Cyeatea.

This just sort of...happened. And it's why I've not written in a while.

But that's going to start up again. I'll catch you all up on my adventures with Fleur on Cyeatea. Next is the
Arena and that was...woah. Interesting is putting it...mildly. *grin*

But to my reason for not having written in a while?...

Here's what I wrote - when it happened and I wrote it right down. But that was a few weeks ago. Here I've
decided to let down some barriers and share it:

Oh my god!

I REMEMBER!

I remember!

*cries*

You cannot begin to understand the overwhelming heart ache and emotions I'm going through. But still, I
need to try and share.

I remember! I remember how it started.

I remember right up to the accident! Oh god it hurts!

The accident.

I even remember that.

The sound of screeching metal on metal.

I remember the look on Johnathon's face. His determination to prevent me from being injured. His eyes had
gone black.

Totally.

There was no way to avoid it. We were going to collide. Oh god. My arms came up to protect my face and I
curled up as much as I could.

He actually spun the car so that it was his side facing the oncoming car!

Then nothing.

Darkness. I think that was when I was unconscious.

I *do* remember Fleur.

Her voice. Quiet. Always there. Always calm.

But I remember.

I remember her.

No wonder she's with us.

She belongs ...

...and doesn't even know it.

If I took the time to add everything I remember to The Journal, it would totally derail where I am taking us
so I am going to start a separate journal. One that covers what I remember. It's connected to Cyeatea and
yet it is not Cyeatea so it does not belong here. And there is SO much. So much. I don't know how much I
can get down. I hope I can write it all. So many things. So many lives touched. The time that passes there is
not what it is here. It's...so much. Lifetimes.

When I remembered, I walked.

But it was not to Cyeatea.

It was to a place called Sabelon. A place called Pennylump where lies the Crossroads Gate.

And there be Dragons...

(I wrote this a few weeks ago. It's taken me that long to get my head around things. To talk to Johnathon
and see if I really did remember. I did. It's fantastic in the archaic sense. There are reasons I put down our
walking in the form of a "journal." And this just makes it more...more...I have no words.)

Come. Take a walk with me from the beginning. Travel with me to Cyeatea and then, go with me to wherein
Cyeatea lies.

Cyeatea's guardian world.

Where Cyeatea was placed to be kept safe. Safe from harm. Safe from the outside.

At the request of a demon who is her creator.

Yes. A demon.

And one of the most compassionate individuals I will ever love.

The "world." It's more than that. It's an ark.

And it is called Velveteen.

(Excuse me. I need to go cry again. My heart. Oh my heart. I remember. And I am happy. I am almost whole
again.)