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Welcome to Earthbound Infinity my new story!

I am currently working on the beginning 'arc' of this story.  A side note is that I am preparing to write the bulk of this story in Camp NaNoWriMo in April.  I will use the month of May as a time to relax and prepare (and maybe release a chapter or two).  The other bulk of this story will be written for Camp NaNoWriMo in July as well.  The reason I say this, is the fact that most of my stories always end up at least 50k-100k words for just the beginning.  This story when it finally ends will be about 150k-200k words.  So please bare with me as I release each chapter.

This story is a modern fantasy and mostly takes place in the USA.  While I may use references to towns and cities, any resemblance of names is pure coincidental and not intended.

Thank you for you patience but also thank you for reading!

xoxo

Lissa

Peter S. Beagle

"What is plucked will grow again,
What is slain lives on,
What is stolen will remain
What is gone is gone...
What is sea-born dies on land,
Soft is trod upon.
What is given burns the hand -
What is gone is gone...
Here is there, and high is low;
All may be undone.
What is true, no two men know -
What is gone is gone...
Who has choices need not choose.
We must, who have none.
We can love but what we lose -
What is gone is gone.”

2: Episode One: Defying Death
Episode One: Defying Death

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If only I had known, if I only had understood, maybe I would have made a very different decision that date.  Yet life is unpredictable as are family secrets. Family secrets are one of those where the older generation knows all about it, but never tells the children the truth unless that child discovers the truth.  Most family secrets are not dangerous, but some, well some are.

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Sirens wailed through the air, as cop cars and ambulances and a fire truck pulls up to the scene of the car pile up.  Each siren stopped as they arrived at the scene and the emergency service people began to work.  Ariana watched dazed through one eye, blood dripping over her other eye.  She was so cold, so very cold.  She needed to get to work or she would lose her job.  Yet she was stuck, her mind seemed sluggish and her hands did not want to work.

'Am I going to die?' Ariana asked herself.  She closed her eyes, breathing deeply.  There was a knock one her window.

"Hey can you hear me?"  Ariana opened her eyes, it hurt, but ever so slowly she turned her neck.  She blinked furiously, her vision blurring.  She couldn't form the words.

"Shit," the man said he then yelled out, "I need help over here stat."

With a strange detachment, Ariana Moore watched as the EMTs and the firemen worked together to break open the vehicle and get her on a stretcher.  She laid there as they rushed her into the ambulance, her eyes staring at the snow falling around her.

'I wonder if in death I'll become a spirit and a grim reaper or angel will take me to heaven or if it is a light...' Ariana wondered.

"Hey stay with us Ariana, you'll be okay, you hear me?" An EMT spoke to her.

"Uhnn...." was all she managed to garble out.

"Relax you are in good hands," the same EMT spoke.  Ariana could not not, instead she settled on closing her eyes, as pain washed through her.  Everything hurt making her mind feel just as numb.  She was so tired too.

"Mommy, where will you go when you die?" A child like version of Arianna asked, sitting in the chair next to the medical bed.  She looked at her mother with big brown eyes.

"Where did you hear I was going to die?" The mother asked gently.

"The doctor said it to daddy, said your cancer has spread everywhere," Ariana said.

"You'll see my dearest daughter, I am going to survive.  Do you know what it means to be a fighter?" The mother asked her daughter.

"What's a fighter?" Ariana asked innocently.

"It is someone who never gives in, no matter the odds.  They keep getting back up."

"They always win?"

"Maybe not always, but they try hard to.  You see Ariana, when you got knocked down by that bully what did you do?"

"I got back up and I hit him."

"Right, that is what is being a fighter is about.  Even when life knocks you down, even when others knock you down, you get back up."

"But mommy, where will you go when you die?" Ariana's voice asked breathlessly.   Her voice jolting her back to reality, the familiar sound of the heart monitor, mixing in with her dreams and reality.  Ariana opened her eyes slowly to see her father standing outside the door talking animatedly to a doctor.

"There's my fighter," her mother said reaching over and clasping onto Ariana's hand.

"Mom," Ariana croaked out.

"We got the call a week ago!  I told the doctors you would pull through!  They did not believe me!" Her impeccable mother humphed looking smug and glaring out the door towards the doctor.  Her father chose that moment to look into the room, his face visibly lighting up into a giant smile.  He rushed into the room.

"Oh my baby! You are awake!"

"Well this is a surprise.  Ms. Moore, it is good to see you are awake.  It is a miracle that you are alive, let alone awake. You have defied death itself."

"Uh thanks?" Ariana said.

"We need to discuss her care, Mr. and Mrs. Moore," the doctor said.

"I will step out honey," Ariana's father said.

"You are just like your mother, shouting your defiance before death," Ariana's mother said.  Ariana gave a small smile at her mother.  Her mother leaned down close to her ear.

"We have to get you out of here," she whispered in Ariana's ear.

"What?"

"Your existence is in danger."  Ariana stared at her mother in confusion.

"What?"