Lost in Time

When I opened my eyes from that fleeting moment of blinking, I looked to see a crowded hall with everyone all heading in one direction. Glancing over at Izzy, I saw that she was waiting for me before she disappeared into the crowd. I tried to keep up with her, but I quickly lost her in the crowd that was heading towards this big room. By big, let me tell you, it was huge! You could probably fit an amphitheater in here and there would still be space.

As I walked in the room, I noticed that there looked to be a council of some sort that sat in some sort of seating arrangement higher than everyone else and up against the wall like a balcony kind of. Anyway, I could see Izzy up there, so I tried my best to get up front when I was grabbed by my arms and dragged up in front of everyone in an open space.

“Stormra Trimen, you have been brought before the Council today to be formally regarded towards for your crime against the Time Stream Fellowship.”

Third Person POV

After all five of them had finished their letters they knew their lives were about drastically change in that moment. For better or worse, they weren’t completely sure just yet.
At some point throughout each of the letters, Stormra had mentioned the reason why the version of her they have come to know has been gone so long. For all of them, she had stated it somewhat like this:

I know I told you I would be back in time to help with your final battle against F.E.A.R., but something has spun out of control and I may not be able to fix it in time.

I have mentioned at least once to all of you that I am somewhat bound by the Fellowship in how I’m able to help you. In your future, something happens that makes me realize and use a loophole in the foundation of our barely-there Code of Conduct. I had to break the ‘don’t let anyone know who you are unless they are directly related to your timeline’ rule because of the ‘do anything in your power to make sure the timeline doesn’t break’ rule. The second rule mentioned basically means don’t let any of you die or turn against each other in a way that separates you from your purpose.

Let’s just say shit went wrong and stuff happens that leads to the point where rule two came to play, but I couldn’t do anything cause of rule 1. These rules aren’t actually labeled in any sense of priority, so I went with my gut. Now I’m on the run from the Enforcers, and I only took a break to write to all of you because I will be caught at some point and who knows how long after that it’ll be for explanations and examinations to take place. I’m going to be out of commission for awhile and I have to trust the five of you for now to stick with what you know and how you want to come out of that battle because there is now a chance that everything will be rewritten which is why I waited for my past self to get moving on that end, so you know all of this. Right now the version of me who knows nothing might be the only way I make it out of here in one piece. My release will be determined by what my past self does because everything I wrote for her from this moment on is null and void. You all just continue being you and we should be okay. See ya around.

After hearing that your life may be over as you know it has an affect on you that’s hard to explain, but all each of them could do in that moment was hope they could get past this soon.

Stormra’s POV (the one that wrote the letters)

I stood invisible to my friends as the reality of my letters hit them, and I could nothing but watch them as they thought about what they were going to do now. Most of what I told them was the truth, but not completely. There are some things they can’t know about themselves just yet, and in every timeline there comes a time where the watcher can’t help them. This battle is this their time, and I have to make sure the aftermath is what we hoped for.

I’ve only gone past this moment once before only to realize I focused too much on getting them to this point I have to leave them to make sure the future is going as smoothly as their beginning did. I only hope that when they know everything they can forgive me. Untouched and unnoticed I slipped forward in time with the final thought in my mind being, I hope they can forgive me.

Notes

This story is officially on a When I think of something for it, it will be written bases. Meaning I just thought of a super complex plot after months of not knowing what to do for this story. If you got a guess about what she did, (though we're so few chapters in I don't know what you're thinking about it), tell me in a message or comment cause I want to know what you think about it. I'm now going to go to bed probably. Good Night!