Rewriting Of A Passage

So James started to wish for time. Time, that loose like being with the steady hands who moved in silence. The wise one who moved in a raggedy path like a way without a road to it, and without a sense of direction. What expectation has time for a title, and what sun may shine on him? He hovers over the mountains that overlooks the world. Stands watchful and motionless every day whit his weapon drawn back, waiting for the messenger to bid him come. Been sitting there before there was a where or a when or a then. She was responsible to obtain an antidote from his wings lying in her field any minute now. She was depressed and frightened too. Poor Ana! He has to not have to fight in there alone. She sent Marcus in to recommend a visit, but Ana shouted no! These technical workers was somewhat good with the amazing illness. But they weren't aware of problems like his. He'd be just fine as soon as the twin headed beast finds what has been hidden from him. He isn't going to leave at all. That was what he figured. But Marcus told her something else, so she knew. And then if he hadn't, the next day she would have figured it out, for people started to recruit in the giant plains out in the fields. People who didn't dare to foot the place before crept in and did not come to the field. Just sat under the trees and waited. Rumor, that earless dogs, roam through the fields.