Forever Now

Prologue

Prologue  

It was 1851 when I first saw him. His beautiful brown eyes, so brown they almost looked red. His black hair cut at the shoulders, unusually long for those times, and pale skin in contrast with his black and blue uniform. He stood behind the desk, searching for anyone who disobeyed. My mother told me to not stare but how could I not? He was different, I didn't know how true that was.  

We had immigrated from Germany that year, almost 10 years ago. I never knew my country, at the time I was only 7. We had left because my father, a scientist, had been offered a better job. It was 1851, my mother used to say, what use can the Americans want with a German. Germany, I thought, was a horrible place compared to America. I loved America, even if my mother tried to glorify our homeland. I saw no wrong in Americans, even after seeing people being sold and beaten.  

Everything captivated my sight in America, specially him. I later learned his name to be, Kryzstofer, a 2nd generation Polish American who's parents immigrated 20 years prior. He had been assigned our family that day at the station. Every year he would come and check up on us and every year, without fault, he would come on my birthday. Ever since my 13th, he would bring me a present. And every year my mother asked him for his secret. She was a very keen and conceited woman, smart yet vain in every aspect of the word. She never once ventured out of the house with out her German jewels and animal fur. She wanted to know how he kept so young. In the ten years we knew him he never looked a day over 21. He would always say the same, in his American drawl, "I do nothing but what the Lord wants, and I eat plenty of vegetables!" My mother would always scuff and serve him coffee.  

I got to know him pretty well in those 10 years. But after my 17th birthday, the day he was drafted to the war, we grew apart. I worried for his sake and prayed that the war would be over soon. His platoon was attacked several times, and he survived all. Kryzstofer was one of the bravest soldiers, said one local newspaper after he saved another soldier. On April 9th, 1865 the soldiers came back victorious! The war was won in the North's favor after the Southern general Lee had surrendered.  

For the soldiers my mother threw a party. Later that night, our city had a vigil for the millions of Americans, and newly freed slaves, who had died. It was that night that Kryzstofer told me the truth. The truth that would change my life, the truth that changed me.

*This is just the beginning. I am still working out some kinks for it so bear with me. I most likely have grammar and spelling errors, at the time i was listening to Tokio Hotel. Whose main singer, by the way, is my inspiration for Kryzstofer. Picture on the side ---->

*Tell me if you like it. Does it have potential? or not? If i get enough positive comments ill add another part by the end of today (chicago time).