Description
An hourglass was once used to show the passage of time, a tiny vile consisting of two glass bulbs connected vertically by a narrow neck which allowed for the trickle of sand from the upper bulb to the lower. An object of delicate beauty it demonstrated to the world what many feared most in life. Time running out. While what it represented was feared, none could ever look away as the sprinkle of sand moved silently into the lower bulb, filling as the top emptied. There was something majestically tranquil about how easily the sand slipped through the opening. And while an hourglass is most alluring to us, it still stands by its purpose. Our time will run out, no matter what we do to try and stop it. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * "She belongs with us, we're taking her back." his voice was harsh, a spit of fire to his words and I felt its flame run down my spine. I didn't reply because while I knew there was logic to his words I couldn't stop the curl of fury like a snake slithering up my body as the claim shot through my head, untamed. She is mine, she belongs to me. "Come get her." I invited, the threat evident in my voice and I heard him scoff in return. "You have asked for what is coming, Fox." he snarled down the phone before hanging up and I felt it in the pit of my stomach. Our time was up. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Prologue
