A brother and sister are tasked with keeping the time continuum running and the right way
| I keep moving because I know death will never allow me the peace I desire. "You're destined to live ahead of the game, my girl. Not sure if it's life or death we're trying to outrun. But outrun it we must," my dad's voice rang so often in my ears. I had decided my opponent. I was to outrun death, not out live life. Life was something I had a fondness for. I didn't want to make an enemy of it. I would have so many enemies by the time death caught me I think I may run into its arms to escape the hoard.
But such was the case when you're born to a lineage meant to fix time.I know things I can never share and I live by the seat of my pants. I thank the gods that my parents had two children; for as much as I want to wring my brother's neck, he's the only thing between me and a sea of time alone. You don't sign up for this job, you're born into it, and we make sure people are unaware there's a job to sign up to. But time wounds and jumps and skips and oh my gods there was the incident with that poor man and his time machine. We couldn't let it exist, you understand. The butterfly effect and whatnot