Vexx the Timewalker/The Time Walker

Intro: The future, the past, the present, all of these things rendered irrelevant. Just who am I in this world of nothingness? Who am I to be trapped in a perpetual world of darkness with no light in sight? Why me? Did I curse at the gods at some point at my life? Did I cause chaos and this is Karma or some sort of divine retribution taking up arms against me? No, though my memory is fuzzy, I know I was of good nature and of good intent. But then why, why was I cursed into this endless void? What sin or atrocity have I committed to become imprisoned within the confines of the blackness of time itself? Just what is my story? Alas as if some cruel and twisted flash of memory, I saw my past, I saw my parents, I saw a younger me. So naïve and full of life as I run around my father‘s body which ripples with laughter. My mother’s bosom pulling me into a tight and loving embrace, my giggles resounding in this void was something of a bittersweet nature. In front of my very eyes lays the life I once had, the life that was blown asunder in one very act. But I do not recall that event and lay there staring at the events of my childhood, whose life was full of laughter and the resounding lullaby of the very wind that moves my mother’s gentle hair.

I know not why, yet I can still smell her perfume. So sweet and soft to the day, passing through my sense of smell and reaffirming the emotions I had of her. Such a secure feeling it left me with as I lay there in my mother’s embrace. How I longed to hold her again and cry into her chest like the lost little child I was. My father his presence was so strong yet so full of love. It always caused me to gravitate to him and make me want to emulate him. To see this vivid image of him pulling me towards him and hugging me with all his might, causing me to laugh and giggle in his strong yet gentle arms. This caused me to shiver, to beg for release, to beg for the torture of seeing such a beautiful scene end as I flail my arms at it, hoping the image would wash away with a swish of my arms. But to no avail, the scene kept on playing and the salty tears began to well up in my eyes. Flowing ever so gently down my cheeks and down into the nothingness of the void that surrounded me, as if finding nourishment from my pain. I screamed at the image, saying 'no more, no more'! Yet it kept going, it kept flickering and then darkness. The image faded, leaving me in pitch black.

I suppose I could say that I was relieved, I could say many things. For the mixed emotions contained in this vessel of a body was erupting. Anger, sadness, confusion, relief, all of these feelings inside of me that I knew not how to contain as I lay there screaming. As if responding, another image of my past appeared, this one felt familiar, as if close to the point of my demise. It was, it was her, the yellow cat who took me from my parents with her weird device. My anger rose, as did my voice as I screamed in pure rage. I was robbed! I was stolen away by this monster and given to the cold depth of time as some sacrifice! Who was she to take me away from the ones who held me so dear!? But the biggest question that raised my voice to a pure enflamed rage was this; just who was I!? Why, why, why, why, just why!? Why was I cursed!? Why did I forget it all!? JUST WHO WAS I!?

In my rage I heard a soft voice call a name. Calling out to a person named Vexx. The voice called out to the name Vexx multiple times, as if waking a person from a dream. For some reason this soothed my heart, this simple action made me feel at peace. Slowly light dawned upon my eyes, the breeze upon my face as my eyes fluttered open. I saw my friend, my partner in time Rova looking down at me as I rested upon her lap. She gave a gentle smile and voiced her relief at my awakening. Yes, my awakening. Unbeknownst to her those words she spoke carried such a deep meaning. I am Vexx, a being who walks in the past but hails from the future. Whose only goal is to find a way back to his parents, but I help out others along the way there. I suppose it is my father and mother’s teachings that have led me on this path and I do not complain. For I have made a great ally and companion in Rova and even though her past is an ill one, she has proved to be an amazing friend and full of wisdom. Please wait for me my parents; I shall make my way to you. One historical leap at a time.