Another Word For The Beginning Novels & Stories

I have nothing to talk about and her intentions to visit me are not clear. Lily, after a prolonged silence, couldn't contain her amazement any longer. "Emilia," she began, her voice a mix of awe and envy, "this place is beyond anything I could have imagined. How did you end up here? This is like a palace!" She seemed excited.

But for something else. Something that hadn’t existed before. A beginning— Built on consequences. And this time— He wouldn’t fail.

"I was reading over the first draft of Clause One." She chuckled softly. "When it was hardly more than a phrase." "It was just 'Begin where the breach is visible.' Nothing more." "And now it's what?" she asked. He rotated the screen toward her. The latest note said: > Clause One: Begin where the breach is visible. But keep in mind the breach is not always material—it can be silence, it can be absence, it can be how the same hand is never reached for twice. She leaned down beside him, shoulder to shoulder.

But natural rather than chosen. Beginning was evolution. Was next step. Was new form of existence. Beginning was nothing and something simultaneously. Was void and being together. Was absence and presence unified. Beginning was new. Was different. Was unprecedented. And Beginning spoke. From birth. Without learning. Without teaching. "I am Beginning," the child said. Voice clear. Certain. Ancient despite youth. "I am nothing and something. I am void and being. I am absence and presence. I am both. I am neither. I am between. I am what comes next. I am evolution. I am new form. I am what emerges when nothing and something truly coexist. When void and being truly unite. When absence and presen

Something that felt, in spite of everything, like the beginning of something rather than the continuation of something else. The beginning of an after that had a name.

Thought about the word that had arrived unexpected and direct and without her having decided it was coming. Love. Small and specific and its own particular thing. Beginning. ---

That was the thing I had not had a word for since Nina asked what happens when it’s over and I had sat with no answer. I had the word now. Beginning. Just that. Beginning.

The founding line. Every source used that phrase and moved past it, the way histories move past the thing at the beginning because everyone is assumed to already know what the beginning was. She had absorbed the phrase without examining it, the way she had absorbed currency, or gravity. It existed. It predated memory. She had not thought to ask what it meant. She asked now.

It means beginning. The Beginning shook her head. No. Everyone looked at her. The Beginning stepped closer. That symbol existed before me. Arielle's heart began pounding. Then what does it mean? The Beginning looked at Fear. Fear answered. It means something has started that cannot be undone. The End stepped forward. And every beginning creates an end. Fear looked at her. Yes. But this time... She looked at Elias. The end does not have to mean destruction. The End smiled faintly.

The mysterious figure stood behind him. The one who had called itself the future he had not chosen. Auren narrowed his eyes. “Before what?” The figure pointed ahead. “Everything.” Auren looked forward. A tiny point of light floated in the distance. The Beginning. But it was different. It wasn't the Beginning he knew. It was smaller. Fragile. Unformed. Auren stared. “That is the Beginning?” “Yes.” “But it hasn't happened yet.” “Correct.” Auren looked at the figure.