Date: Mon, 26 Jun 2000 16:42:05 EDT
From: Morbddream@aol.com
Subject: Crimson Tear - Past

Disclaimer: If you're too young, theres an X you should be clicking...

This story is a work of complete fiction. It is not meant to imply anything
about the sexuality of any of the members of Nsync.

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The Past:

	The smell of burning thatch filled my nostrils. I sat up in bed,
searching the room for any sign of fire. I walked through the small house,
trying to find the source of the smell. As I got closer to the front door,
the smell got stronger. The door suddenly flew open. I was standing face to
face with an angry mob. "It's your fault! You should be punished! We'll
burn you like the witch you are!" The rest of the mob voiced they're
aggrement. "I'm not a witch! What do you mean?  What is my fault?" I was
screaming over the normal mob noises. The crowd parted. A priest walked
slowly through the opening in the crowd. He stood over me, holding a
chalice. He dipped his finger in the bowl, held it up for the crowd to
see. "For your crimes against humanity, I damn you." He said this softly,
as a tear rolled down his cheek.  I shook my head slowly. "No, please..."
He cut me off. "You brought the invisible demons to this peaceful
village. Unseen terror destroyed everything they could fine searching for
you. They fear you power. The fact that you have power proves you are a
witch. You must die." My tears were uncontrollable. They flowed
freely. "No. You can't do this! I don't have any power. I'm just like the
rest of you!" The priests head lowered. "No, you are not. The village
warned me, but I didn't listen." He looked up. "What are you talking
about?" I said between sobs. I looked into his eyes.  "Father, you can't do
this..." He held up his hand. "I found you while hunting, and claimed you
as my own. You are not my son." I didn't question why he had been hunting,
at the time, and I dread that to this day.

	I don't remember anything after that until...

	I was in a dark alley. Someone was with me, but I wasn't afraid of
him. He was dressed in black. His face was covered. I could barely see
him. "Go! You have to leave, now!" I was still in shock from the sudden
rejection. "I .. I can't leave you." He was getting angry. "They aren't
after me! Go, now!" After a little more fighting, I left the village
through the passage he showed me. I wandered through open plains for a few
days, killing birds for their meat, and feathers. I eventually discovered I
did actually have powers while trying to light a fire. I figured only magic
could make a small pile of kindling burst into flame. The way the village
raised me was to believe magic was drawn from hell. I thought, at the time,
the fire I was using to cook the birds, and melt ore for arrow heads, was
from hell itself. I learned how to control this fire, and reduce it to
mental heat. It was easier to melt pure ore this way. My powers developed
faster than most magicians that train themselves. My survival skills
developed just as quickly. Carving arrow shafts, and bows became easier. It
eventually became a hobby. When I turned eighteen I decided to find a town,
and sell my extra bows. That was my trade until I came here. Along the way
I met up with one, or two invisible demons. I can remember that much, but
the details are gone. I don't know how, but I have to learn the truth about
my past, and I think this quest will, somehow, help me with that.

	For years I've been supressing the memories of anguish. I think
that may have something to do with the lost memories. I've tried so hard to
destroy them that I've trapped them somewhere in my subconcious.

	Thats what I can remember.

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	Gail started looking around. "I think they're waking up. They may
kill each other if we don't show them how to control the first power
bursts. Try to keep your mind on something else, for now. They're going to
need you." I nodded, and started disconnecting my self from the dream
realm.  TBC...

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I just couldn't get it as painful as I had hoped... Thats why I'm relying
on those lost memories.  It was hard to start, hard to end. I had to
improvise here, and there. Anyway, tell me what you think!
TruAmricanBadAss@AOL.com ... IM: Morbddream, or Bad Ass. See ya next time.