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Time-Lancer

 

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September 8

Time-Lancers, a supernatural breed of humans that lived among us primarily in secret, excluding, of course, the few humans that knew about them and sought to kill them. This dream was centered around a young boy who, due to the recent death of his parents, had become the last of the Time-Lancers. At the young age of 10,000, he looked just like any 10-year-old boy should. Time Lancers seemed to age relatively slowly in comparison to humans, they also seemed to possess a really powerful memory. The absolute best way to describe their memory would be time travel because they could essentially relive any moment in their lives as if they had jumped back in time. They could also process this information so fast that they could live the length of their entire lives in a single moment.


If memory serves correct, a Time-Lancer could see and interact with red strands (fates) that every person was wrapped around within varying degrees. These strands connected people together in a visible way, based on the impact that they would have on one another's life. Example: If I am going to encounter and befriend you, then every day of my life before and after that a red strand will be tied from me to you. A Time-Lancer could cut these strands, the possibility of any kind of relationship, and any impact with that person. In the extreme, they could completely cut away all of a person's red strands and completely isolate them, this was considered to be a kind of death. I had the feeling that the tool they used to cut the strands was some kind of scissor-like tool; perhaps they were the lances?


If age equaled maturity, I would be tempted to assume that mankind does not live long enough to reach a state of full maturity. We are so young. If we could live 10,000 years, maybe it would be long enough for us to do something incredible, invent the wheel perhaps, or discover gravity. For now, though, I think I will stop here before I start thinking of something really crazy, like a digital music box or long-distance communication. 
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