I know this is possibly the shortest thing ever but it's just a prologue to the main story.

It's basically a new idea bsaed on Greek Mythology. Hope you like it! Tell me what you think of it!

For sixteen years I dreamt; of a world in which I could see everything, but no-one could see me. A world which I was free in; where I had no restrictions. I could go anywhere; everywhere. But I was alone.

For sixteen years no-one talked to me; looked at me. I was an outcast, a loner, a recluse-whatever you want to call it. I watched things as an outsider. I watched murder and death, war and bloodshed, adultery and acts of love. I even watched simple things-a trip to the mall, the firing of a servant. Someone horrified me to bits-a mangled body lying on the floor; eyeballs hanging out of the sockets, and flesh cut out so that only the bones were showing. Some made me happy; a woman singing a soft, sweet lullaby to a glass box. The same woman, older, watching proudly as her son scored a goal in his soccer match. Some made me sad-a beloved dog dying, a man placing flowers at a grave.

It felt like I was watching a play. Scenes unfolded in front of me every second. Unlike a play, they never stopped but just carried on. Characters changed and grew up over the years. A scrawny blonde boy was, five years later, a tall, muscular brown haired young man.

Although it was interesting watching everyone in this world, I felt left out; left out because I didn’t exist. No-one could see me. Even I couldn’t see myself. I had no clue who I was. What did I look like? How old was I? Who were my family? I didn’t even know whether I was a boy or a girl!

Then one day, everything changed.

One day, on the 1st day of my 16th year, I was woken up.

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