~Luella  A lay back, letting the sun dance across my face.  This is the life I should be living. No wonder Thought loves to retreat to his own personal simulation to enjoy benefits like this. I sit in front of an earth made pool, staring into its emerald green, turquoise blue surface, enjoying the way is beckons me in, even though I know its depths are deeper than I can see, and the water is surely cold.  

~Luella  I stumble down onto my hands and knees.  Immediately I sense we are somewhere different to the last place Fate brought me.  Somewhere with hard wood floors and a sweltering heat which hits me right away. Forcing myself to my feet, I shake my head, the residue power lingering in the air. I hate that ability that each immortal I have come across has access to, to leaves me with shuddering legs and a sick feeling in my stomach.  

For our date, Thought decided to take me to a village in his territory. I've decided I love his territory. The emerald green grass littered with vivid wildflowers for miles to see, only being broken by the village we venture into. It's cobblestone streets and beautifully built buildings are enough to have my mood improving already, despite everything that has gone on. I'm free. Free from Fate, free from other immortals who might want me dead. Thought holds my hand tightly, as we stroll down the street. It's strange, seeing him in such a domestic setting, people's gazes on him for longer th

(If you’re confused about the timeline, Thought is set AFTER Time’s novel. Contains mild spoilers for Time)¬Luella The sheer shock of it had my mind returning back to where it belongs. Pain burns in the back of my eyes, having me flinch back. Holding my face, I stop myself from screaming at the pain, the colours dancing in my vision, before it begins to fade away. When I open my eyes again, Emmett is staring at me, dumbfounded at my sudden reaction to absolutely nothing. But it’s not Emmett. It’s another immortal harnessing power to pretend to be my old friend. And of course it would be Time. Of course it would be Thought’s brother...I wish I could know his motive, but whatever just happened, didn’t supply me with that information. I’m assuming that was the curse. With uncontrollable ease, I was able to slip into hi

¬Luella I scream. Rushing toward the edge of the cliff, slipping over the dew on the grass, I desperately search below into the darkness to see where Time’s body has fallen. Surely he can’t die from this...right? He’s immortal, so it would take a lot more to kill him than simply falling off a cliff into the bush below, but the thought of him being injured, even if Time isn’t my favourite immortal, makes me feel ill.“Time!” I shout down the cliff, seeing nothing but inky shadows swirling tauntingly around a void of darkness, the immortal nowhere to be seen. I don’t have abilities to heal like him, so if I slip, which the stones