Prologue: The end of the beginning

Has there ever been a flower that doesn't appreciate the art of time?

The compelling components that bring our world together.

The stitches in time that tie our fates.

The stars that gracefully fall to earth; seeking a beautiful end.

Time is all-consuming.
It ticks on regardless of the pursuit of others.

It never stops.

Did you know?

There's about 97 percent of history that is lost in the waves of time. 97 percent of uncounted events and historical heroes who will never reach the minds of their descendants. Some were even made into beautiful lies to tell a tragic tale. I wonder if it was because our ancestors wanted to forget what was and start anew? Or maybe it's because one generation was too ignorant to pass on the stories of the past... Regardless of what it was, it's the reason that brought us here...

Bellhollow was something similar to many of these things. In short, It was a story left untold and forgotten. Bellhollow was one of many. its story will never truly end. As long as the ground is filled with the veins of the earth, Its story will march on. For thousands, maybe even millions of years. However just like many stories. Bellhollow is just the beginning. A prologue to a much grander story. My story. I happen to be the protagonist of this particular tale. However, in order to tell this story, I have to go back to the beginning. I have to relive every second of it again, and this time you will witness the events with me.

I hope... things will turn out differently this time. Maybe I will reach a much happier conclusion than before.

Everything will be over within due time. So, Shall we start at the place where my life changed forever...

The place where my destiny was decided.

Bellhollow.