Chapter 1:

Forward

"Wuste waits for no man"- Discovering Utopia


Forward

Across time and space,

To every Creature reading this Novella,

And to those far gone.

As a child, I have had many dreams and aspirations, and even now they have stayed true. Many friends,and families I have formed and bonded with, even those who are not of the same blood as mine. Not one has been more or less than the other as each one was an experience shared for its own purpose.

In reference to this book and the following adventures that lay beyond and between the words I will have written. These things I will have stated, each have been passed through trials and truths of their kind. I do not fully lay claim to any of them, as they were stories passed to me. The ones who have told me each of these stories, I do so in secret, because they asked not to be named for such secrecy; so in part I do not wish to dishonor their requests, and their names will be stated in a different fashion. As for the tales themselves; I will be writing about how I heard them as far as my memory will provide, and I do wish and hope you get some fulfillment out of them as I did in those instances. I only ask that you take these words to be as truthful as you would believe yourself, because I did not fully understand nor shall until my own passing in the far future if it be God’s will, why these things were presented to me in such fashions as imaginary as they may seem.

This novel will be put in such a fashion that may not be quite suitable for children, so I do so wish for them to be omitted from reading, only because some of the meanings and uses could cause confusion to them. Not for the sake that it is vulgar by any means, though there may be such cases as well.

In conclusion, I would dedicate these writings and any chapters that lay forward from this foundation to my dear friend who passed away, who inspired me to continue my journey as a journalist and writer. She is the one whom these first chapters are about, and the beginning story is for as promises should be made to be kept.

My dearest Farrah,

With love wherever you may be.

Taylor Victoria
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