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Chapter 1

"I wish it need not have happened in my time," said Frodo.
"So do I," said Gandalf, "and so do all who live to see such times. But that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us."
― Tolkien

FEB 12. 1802

The room was dark, the silence oppressive. Sheila took a step forward, hesitating at every step. She her arms were outreached in front of her. She stopped short when she heard laughter, "Whose there?!"

She waited, hearing nothing she slowly began walking again. A bright light appeared; she shut her eyes on reflex against the brightness.

Blinking she tried to open her eyes once again. She smiled in relief and began to make her way towards it. Only to stop short when she realized that the light was moving, at a high speed it was coming towards her.

She cried out when she felt it hit her skin. She cried out as her skin began to boil and the smell of burning flesh came to her. Her creams echoed into the empty space. She felt tears making their way down her cheeks.

Death, it wasn't an easy thing, it couldn't be, ever.

Sheila jerked awake, gasping for air she struggled to sit up. Her eyes wide she tried to bring her breathing under control.

'hah,hah'

Her hand on her chest, she tried to regain her boundaries. How many times would she have that dream, she wondered.

She slid over to the edge of the bed, letting her feet hit the carpeted floor. She stood and walked over towards the window, the moon shined through it giving the room a cold glow.

Crossing her arms she looked out across her estate. It wasn't really hers; she was building it, molding it for her son.

If everything went according to plan she would be, able to leave him a sizable fortune and support system when she disappeared…when she…she stumbled over that thought. She had to go home, she had people waiting for her but, and if she was truly honest with herself she didn't want to leave the family she'd created here.

She sighed, and turned away from the window and the moons lonely light. Those thoughts were better left alone.

She wouldn't have made the deal she had at the time if she intended to return, after all they never gave her that promise.

Flash Back

December 27, 2012

Sheila grabbed her purse, while giving her face one last glance. Brushing her braids back from her face, she stopped by the front door. As soon as she noticed her heels were gone she cursed, "Dammit, Josie why the heels."

She quickly looked at her watch and knew she would be late if she spent any time in the closet looking for another pair of heels. Grabbing up the tennis shoes from by the door, she quickly threw them on and ran to catch the taxi.

Later she sat in her seat on the plain she sighed and wiggled to get comfortable. Looking outside she buckled her seat belt and allowed herself to drift off to sleep.

Jerking awake, Sheila opened her eyes and immediately clamped them shut at the bright light. Slowly reopening them, she immediately knew something was wrong, there were millions of people around her, jerking around she bumped into the person behind her.

When she turned and looked into the person's eyes she saw no life. Feeling panic rising in her chest, she ran through the crowd and tried to find someone awake. Her hands began to shake as she felt herself descending into shock when suddenly a voice spoke from behind her.

"You are an error."

Sheila turned sharply, only to step back in fear when she saw the creature in front of her. Though it had the body of a man, its face was completely burned off. On its chest were markings in Hebrew, she felt her eyes water as she stared in horror at the creature before; eventually she had to turn away.

"Who are you?" She asked her voice trembling.

The creature stood silent, getting impatient Sheila looked upon it again "Who are you?"

After a minute the creature finally responded, "I am the one that guards the gate, and I know you Sheila, you were not to be at my gate for many cycles of time."

He seemed to be listening for something beyond Sheila; turning abruptly he said "Follow."

Sheila hesitated for a minute "Ar…Are you saying I'm dead?" He didn't answer but responded with the same word. "Follow me."

She didn't hesitate again and followed him, Sheila felt as if she had been walking for hours before a door appeared and the creature merely walked through it. Hesitant, Sheila closed her eyes and quickly rushed through following him.

She entered a room filled with fire light and immediately all of the occupants eyes fell on her, looking up she felt as if she had walked into a Roman coliseum.

Voices were speaking back and forth, language changing with the swiftness of argument, she had to blink she heard one man called Sophocles, and she turned when she again heard someone shout Einstein.

'Bang, Bang!'

Sheila turned to a man who stood at a podium the hammer still in hand, his hair was a dark brown just like his beard but he wore armor of a medieval fashion, "I call ORDER!"

Silence permeated in the air immediately. "Now, we can get some things done."

He turned to look at Sheila who took a slight step back at his heavy aura. "Madame, I'm sorry to inform you that you are deceased."

Sheila felt the shaking in her hands, "no…no that can't be."

She felt tears slide down her cheek, her dark browns eyes blurred and the man at podium merely shook his head in sadness, "It is a sad day when a fathers child dies out of order, so we must fix this but the only way we are allowed to, is to put you in the body of someone who died the same time as you."

Sheila didn't comprehend what the man was saying, she only could think of her poor mother crying over her grave while her sisters tried to comfort her.

"Why did I… die out of order?"

"I'm sorry?" He leaned forward, "WHY DID I DIE?!"

Her yell of anguish rang off the walls catching many off guard.

"Why me…?" Her weeping voice, made the man at the podium, shift uncomfortably, gruffly he responded "Now look death came to all of us whether we knew it was coming or not and it just so happened that you picked the wrong pair of shoes. You were supposed to wear the heels, which would than break causing you to miss the cab, which would have made you miss that particular flight."

Sheila blankly listened to his explanation, trying to calm down enough to understand his words. "We here cannot give you back your exact life but we can give you another life, but it has to be of someone who died the same day, hour and minute you did. This will cause me to have to literally rewrite another world." Sighing he rubbed his brow, "It's amazing the amount of alternate universe's out there." Sheila allowed the man to mutter under his breath before interrupting his thoughts, "Where are you sending me?"

"Well, we found a vacant body in the 18th century or there abouts."

"WHAT!"

Flash Forward

December 28th 1788

The body floated in the water, the eyes closed in a semblance of peace. Sheila looked at her surroundings feeling lost. She found herself, tightening her arms around her waist, trying to find some comfort.

"She is the body that was chosen for you."

Sheila didn't bother turning towards the voice, "And how am I supposed to survive in a time I don't understand. Mind you I've read many novels and biographies but nothing too serious."

The voice carried a heavy weight when it responded with, "You will have to have faith."

Sheila scoffed, her throat raw from the tears she tried to hold on to. She was gearing herself up, when she heard a scream.

Turning her head she noticed, a man running from his stopping carriage into a house. Feeling something pulling her, she walked towards it. Her ghostly visage allowing her entrance immediately, she floated up the stairs. "You are going off the proposed path."

Sheila ignored the voice; she only hesitated for a moment before pushing into the room. She felt a chill down her spine, on the bed a woman screamed. Her body covered in sweat, what Sheila assumed was a doctor, was under the covers at the edge of the bed. The sheets were covered in blood. "Hold her down, the baby isn't turned correctly I need to t turn the child."

"ARRrrrgh! I can't…can't do it 'pant' 'pant'."

People ran in and out, Sheila wondered if they knew that the woman already looked half dead. "She will die…The child along with her."

Sheila turned acknowledging the other, "That isn't right…I want this body." The angels face now covered by a mask, tilted as if listening for something. It's eyes sharpened on her, "If you bring a life into this world that is not meant to be. The ease in which you live will change. Heaven will demand a price, would you be ready to pay it?"

Sheila hesitated, hadn't she already sacrificed enough, the women on the couch screamed again. Sheila jerked to face her, out loud she said, "I have a choice, this woman will die but the child could possibly live, and I can give it that chance. I am willing to pay the price."

The angle seemed to be listening for something, before he nodded. "You will be allowed to do this, but there is a price heaven will demand. You are to be burdened with the inner eye to see evil or good in all people. This gift will be passed down for eternity from mother to child. You will also be obligated to help those that are deemed savable. Also, you will be contacted by another of ours, who will tell you what your task is…understand?"

Sheila stared ahead, her mine whirling with thoughts, but at that very moment the mother stopped breathing. The maid beside her screamed, but the women did not move and the doctor had stopped turning the child. With determination Sheila moved forward and grabbed the women's hand, "I'm ready." He nodded; she felt pain slam into her head, feeling darkness seep in to her vision. She prayed that she hadn't made a bad decision.

Sheila heard someone screaming, she winced feeling pain surge up her spine. Opening her eyes she felt the urge to push, moaning she attracted the attention of others in the room.

Someone grabbed her, "Oh. Thank you god, mistress your alive…That's it mistress push, allow the wee one the breathe of air." Sheila pushed, her body feeling, week but she knew she needed to do this. The doctor at the end of her bed shouted, "I see the head, just one more."

Sheila felt sweat rolling down her back, she turned her eyes to the side still seeing the Angel, and she gritted her teeth, and gave one more push. She fell back, with a groan her body feeling heavy, Sheila felt darkness approaching, before she slipped into full unconscious she heard a cry pierce the silence of the room. "Congratulations it's a healthy boy."

Sheila smiled and whispered "A boy…a boy."

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