My Mission

When I woke up the room was warmer. The fire was lit and although my hair was damp I wasn't shivering.

"Emma?" I called nervously looking for her

"Good your awake. I was nervous you wouldn't wake up.." she told me her shoulders relaxed and her hair in a towel she had different clothes on now.

"I'm so sorry for dragging you out there.." I told her guilt filling my chest

"Hey, I choose to help you remember. I wanted to go. " she laughed. I couldn't laugh the thought of seeing her blue and damn near lifeless was killing me.

"Your not coming with again. I can't risk your life anymore.." I told her sternly as I marched off to my room I could here her scoff as I shut the door. I knew she would hate me for a while, but I'd rather lose her as a friend then have her lose her life. I sat down at the desk and looked at my fathers journal. A thick leather bound book stuffed with maps, papers, and information about different time periods. My father was a time keeper, his job was to travel into time and find objects, or documents lost in time. We did this using a watch. It was a silver pocket watch etched with beautiful swirls and a small gem sat in the center of the lid. The power to weild the watch passes down through generations. My father died looking for my mother who was lost in one of the time lines. Though no one is sure how long someone from today lasts in the timeline so to everyone she is dead, but even if she is dead I need to fulfill my fathers dying wish and at least find where she ended up. Even if it costs me my own life.