Images, total sensory overload. she's done this before, even behind her blinding fear she can feel a rushing excitement. Worlds flash before her eyes. Magic, Technology, life, death, love, and hate. Realities, stories. There is no difference. There Never was.
Rome is Born.
An inconspicuous twenty something year old pulls a gun on a Noble and his wife as they pass a sandwich shop.
An old man wielding a pistol and leaning heavily on a cane limps up a beach under a hail of Machine gun fire.
Reality begins to blur.
A raven haired boy with striking eyes kisses a red haired girl by a lake.
A young woman stands outside a massive cog shaped entrance holding her hand up to shield her eyes from a blinding sun.
A gaunt faced man strikes down a horrifying creature with a sword crackling with energy.
Brown hair, Copper Highlights. His eyes are like coal. She thinks he is beautiful.
"You Cannot be allowed to remember anything." he seems resigned.
"You'll have some general memories, feelings random moments of recognition. maybe even a flash of true comprehensive memory." he seems decidedly un-hopefull of this.
"What about you?" she asks. "What about us?"
"The rules are clear. Mr Crowley really messed up the negotiations. They are saying I give you and unfair advantage." He laughs, bitterly, there is no amusement.
"I'm only allowed to give you this." he says. holding out a rumpled calender, eight bright red circles scattered across it.
she see's an O almost etched into the thick paper, the rest hidden by his thumb. She gives a pointed look at the page and he laughs
"My first codename where we first met." he grins.
She laughs "That's Cheating."
"I always cheat." he replies. "That's how we always win."