The Troy Legacy PDF Download

One word, one breath, writes itself and fills the space between now and eternity. The word is followed by another word, and then my immortality slowly drains out. The ocean brims with fallen stars, and her heart rises out of the tumultuous waters in order to rekindle mine. I have been carrying her words for centuries, and time seems to have passed along with my quiet, uncelebrated journey. The story follows me wherever I go. When the story ends, I will die. The story, my beloved's story, began ages ago, before she existed, before our love was born. She was taken from me, stolen from my embrace before our love could conquer heaven and earth. I feel her breath now. The ocean calls out to me, its relentless roar forming a fist of air that pounds my chest as if to let my soul roam free in the waves that seem to crash only once but then resume their infinite motions. The story continues. I live in every word, feeling it, becoming whatever is left of her undying heart. Because of her, my heart will never die. Forever and forever, the shadowy chain that keeps me following the sun refuses to break, reminding me that her love is following me in the same way. Her love is the shadow that keeps me grounded to the earth, and her love follows me as I follow the neverending path to our secret eternity. She died so that our love could shine as brightly as the sun across a white, featureless sea that is nothing more than the rapidly dissolving breath of the future becoming the present. How long is forever? How will I know when forever finds me or I find it? The answer lies deep within our love. The half-utterances of our souls linger in the wavering shadow that becomes dark and darker before surrendering to the fully formed blackness of the night. I feel her breath even now, centuries later. I feel her heart within my heartbeat, speaking to me in the same way as the massive heart that beats beneath the millions of stars that shine on the ocean. The universe expands before me, vast and untravelled in its glory. That is our love. Whether I desire it or not, the story persists, and each word succeeds another across the centuries. And then I feel her soft lips and sweet breath in the sea's fleeting farewells. With each word the narrative speaks, I feel myself slowly dying, slowly moving towards the story's end. Each word lights up and then fades in the bottomless well of my soul. It becomes part of an ocean of words, the light of which scatters in every direction across the ocean. All the words that linger in the dark watery depths take on a bright new meaning. The words form a sea on which I journey in order to know how far my love for her will take me. I can feel the words following each other across time even though I do not see them. They shine briefly like stars that fall, and my soul glimpses them as they keep falling in a sky of endless night.