DisneyPhantomlover

They say that time stands still for no man. Even I, with powers of controlling it and manipulating it to my will, am not immune to it. Without a doubt, it continues on and one, taunting me and confusing me in small minute ways. It is also true that time repeats itself over and over. This causes me to believe that Time itself, is a cruel, cruel Mistress. And I am only her lowly Master. I suppose my story began like this, in the early months of 1864. I had had a simple life as a child, living with my brother, Wilson, and our father, Jim. Wilson's and my mother had died in an accident when we were both rather young. She had been in the wrong ti

A figure cloaked in white stood over an Observant. More specifically, a meal who had been an Observant. The powerful, one-eyed being was now lying in pool of silvered green blood. The said white figure grazed a tongue over his hand, removing some of the blood off of it. Pathetic, he thought. A highest member of the Observant High Council, now reduced to a mass laying in his own blood. The taste was slightly tart in his mouth, but he ignored it. Ghost blood always tended to be a bit bitter compared to human’s. He turned from the hallowed Observant to nearby documents on a shelf. Simple papers that held the key to his success and victory.