Prologue

Tatiana rolled over and saw the clock. 5:59am. As she watched it changed to the dreaded 6am and started its blaring in the still night, she leaned back into the pillows, rubbing her eyes. She hated getting up at this time, but the store would want her there to open. As much as she loved her job, she hated the early morning. As she had done each day she wished out loud again "Someone, anyone, get me out of this life." She knew that noone was listening, but she was used to this. She was invisible to everyone. 5'3, and 160 pounds, she always felt very alone. She had never had anyone, and at nearly 30, she had given up hope. Still hearing the alarm blaring, she swung her arm over the buzzer and turned it off. Turning out of the bed, she sauntered over to the bathroom, and turned the light on.

"Happy Birthday Tati" she said to herself. She wished people would call her that, but all she got was that "Ann" girl. Noone knew it was her 30th birthday, and she knew noone would care.

Slowly brushing her hair, she thought again, "Why doesn't anyone love me?". As she finished that thought, she could have sworn that she felt a brush of a touch against her naked back. Turning, her long hair flew around her, but she saw nothing. Turning back towards the mirror, she thought for just an instant, she saw the most beautiful man she had ever seen in her life, but as she blinked, that image faded.

Looking again in the mirror, she wondered if she was getting enough sleep. As she walked out of her bathroom and towards the pre-programmed coffee maker, she made some toast and as she reached upwards for the peanut butter, she felt someone lift her upwards. Shrieking as the feeling of being lowered ended, she screamed "Who is there!"

"I am little Tatiana" he said, as he materialized in front of her.

"What on earth..." she said as she brought her robe closer in fear.

"Not exactly earth, but I am here little Tatiana." he said, as he cupped her face.

"What do you want?" she said moving away from him in fright

"You." he said cryptically

Clutching the robe even tighter, in an effort to protect her from this very handsome man, she just stared at him.

He then furrowed his brows in almost what it looked like to Tatiana, as anger. "Why do you want me, I'm nobody. I have no life, and no friends." she said, nearly crying because it was so true.

"Precisely. My mistress has a mission for you to fulfill. One that needed a special person to perform this. We had to choose someone with a very imaginative mind, and no ties. I picked you, because not only do you fulfill this, but I know your inner most thoughts. I know what you crave. My mistress can give you this." he said cupping her face.

"What are you talking about?" she said

"Your love of history, and the frustrations that it is written by the victors, and not unbiased. If you choose to accept my Mistress's gift, you can tell history from an unbiased view." he said softly stroking her face. He then added "Tonight before the clock strikes Midnight, you will have to choose."

"Choose what? You haven't told me anything. So what if I wanted to be an Art History Major, instead chose to be a fashion designer. Hell I can't even do that. I'm nothing, and I don't mean anything to anyone." she said emphatically to the man.

"Who hurt you so badly, that you have such a low opinion of yourself?" he whispered as he leaned down to her.

Stopping just at her mouth, he heard her whisper "Noone has cared enough about me to even bother hurting me."

"I care. I have been watching you for a long time now. I know that you don't have anyone in your life and this has always upset me. This is why I recommended you to my Mistress." he whispered as he kissed her softly on the mouth

At his touch, Tatiana felt a flash of heat and desire, that she had never felt before. Before she even realized it, she wrapped her arms around his neck, and she felt herself being lifted upwards again. This time it didn't feel as scary as now she could see the man. It felt like hours had passed, but when he finally released her down, it had only been minutes past.

"Think about it precious. My Mistress is offering you a chance at seeing history as it should have been written.You would become a caretaker of this world, and its ambassador as well." he said as he stepped away from her and began to fade away."What is your name, and who is your Mistress." she said before he faded

"My name is Kyle, and my Mistress is Mother Nature." he said with a smile.

Staring at the now empty spot on her Kitchen floor, she shook all over and kept whispering "He has to be joking..."