Twisting Threads

Prologue

A person's life can be likened to a thread, stretching from when he was born, until he dies. Life is seldom a very smooth thread. It is not without reasons that the supervisors of fate of both Greek and Norse mythology were said to be awfully bad spinners. Life is a thread that twists and turns, and as one life interacts with another, they often tangle, forming knots, leaving both threads forever changed.

Sometimes, it only takes a single knot to topple an empire.

This story tells of one rather unexpected crossing of such threads, and the events that followed. It all started with two people, lying prone, for similar, yet vastly different reasons. They were both lying on their backs, staring up at the same sky, at approximately the same time. They had also both traveled almost unimaginably far, in a rather... sudden fashion.

But that's about where the similarities end.

One of the two was a young boy, seemingly seventeen years of age. He was lying on the wooden floor of a rather small and flimsy dinghy in the middle of the sea. The dinghy was on a steady collision course with a rather humungous maelstrom. The boy didn't seem bothered. He seemed to have his mind on other matters. Monkey D Luffy blinked a few times at the vast sky, before grinning and pushing his beloved hat down to shade his eyes. A solemn vow fell from his lips.

"This time, things will be different."

It might as well have been written in stone.

The other person lying prone was a young woman, of approximately twenty years. She was lying in a small, sunny glade, somewhere on an unknown island, gazing contemplatively at the sky. It was a bit bluer than she was used to. A cloud drifted by. It was cel-shaded. She lazily picked a straw of grass and chewed on it for a bit, idly noting that also the straw as well as her appendage was cel-shaded.

"Well," said Embla to herself, thinking about nothing much for a couple of seconds, before shrugging. "...Why not?"

So apparently, people still read my old story A Viking and her Cat. In my eyes, it is an atrocity of a story and I really don't want to continue writing it. However, I do sort of like Embla, and I think I can do a lot more with her than what I did in A Viking. I also like Time Travel stories. So... Why not do both?

Having a lot on my schedule, mind you, so I'm not going to promise frequent updates. Or anything, really. I threw this together on a whim this afternoon. So... What do you guys think? Shit? Decent? Awesome? Too short? Alright? Let me know and I might decide to write some more. ;P