Chapter One: Walking

"It wasn't what I expected." I said the words aloud, but part of me wondered if he would know even if the words where merely thoughts in my mind. We were walking along a pristine tropical beach, the sun was shining causing the white sand to sparkle as if it held within it a thousand gems. The sound of the crystal blue waves breaking upon the shore had a strange calming effect and although my feet where bare the soft sand was warm to the touch, not the burning hot that it should have been.
It was odd and yet familiar, the two of us walking, like old friends catching up after a long absence. I was unsure how long we had been walking, it seemed like a long time, perhaps forever and yet I was not tired, nor felt any need for rest.
"Where are we going?" I was surprised that I had not asked this question before, it seemed so simple walking with him. I didn't know him, at least I didn't believe I knew him and yet it seemed he knew me so well. I felt at ease with him. He wasn't that much older than me perhaps in his early to mid thirties and yet the lines on his face and the glow in his blue eyes spoke of a wisdom and experience of a much older man.
"We are going back to the beginning" his response was warm and heartfelt and although I did not know what he meant I was content with his response. It was at this moment that I realized we where no longer at the beach but in the depths of a deep forest. The great pine trees towering above us, the sound of a trickling brook and a song birds call having the same affect that the waves upon the beach had. The wind blew through the trees and it seemed as if it was telling a story of far away places to the stationary giants.
"You said it wasn't what you had expected?" I turned from the ever changing scenery and looked at the man who walked beside me. I was unsure if he was my guide or just another lost soul like me but either way the look in his eyes let me know that he really wanted to hear my story. "no, not like I expected. Nothing has been. Not this place and not how it happened." as I said the words glimpses and rushes of memories came to me reminding me of what had transpired, it seemed so long ago.
"It wasn't what I expected, it's not the way I thought I would die."


(I wrote this a few weeks ago, it is a new book that I am going to write although I am not sure where this story is going to lead me.)