Prologue: Dreams

It is the same every time, through all the ages and times he had lived and died through, it was all the same. There were always three primary people involved: the three of them always the same. There were other players involved as well, and although different people throughout their lives, their goals and relations and reasons remained the same. A love triangle was formed, between three teenagers, two males, and one female, all of them between sixteen and nineteen.
The most recent one he dreamed: It happened during the 1930s, directly before the events that led to World War II. The events happened in a small port town in Florida. There were only the three of them left, standing on a rocky hillside, torrents of rain falling down on them. He held a gun, and was pointing it towards the other two. But he wasn't alone. There was someone behind him, standing in the shadows, also holding a gun. It was the only thing that bugged him, for he could not see the fourth's face. The fourth one shot him, and then attacked the other two, only to plummet to the rocks below. And that was the end of his dream, his dream that he dreamed every night, along with all the others of the past.
He remembered all of it, all the events. It bugged him, for he knew any time in his life, the exact same thing would happen again. He knew that. And he hoped it would be different this time, for he was gifted with Memory-he could remember his past lives, every key event and player in the story that had been happening for centuries. He considered himself lucky, for if these events ever came to pass, he would take the steps to prevent it, to make sure he won, for every time, he always lost the struggle. This time it would be different, he would make sure of it. With Memory. That was all he needed. The Memory and his darker powers that came with it. Some called it psychokinesis-the power of the mind: telekinesis, pyrokinesis, cryokinesis. Psychokinesis included all of it, and because of it, he was used to getting his way.
He would succeed. He was tired of failing.
He walked towards the edge of the window of the cruise ship, and stared out the window, towards the horizon with the quickly coming dawn. He had hair that was a mix of brown and red, causing it to be copper-colored. He had black eyes. His name was Terry, and he would not fail again.