(Infront of a board of men all in suit)
Chairman: (A dark, green eyed man with a noticible "C" scar on his left cheek)Mr.....(reading a name of a paper on the table) Edward
Edward: (A talll dark skinned blue eyed teenager wearing a suit as if giing fir an interview for the first time with a well polished black shoe to boot)...(opens his eyes wide at the mention of his name)
Chairman:(In a cold, emotionless voice) I think u speak for the whole board when i say, our company can not sponser any if your stories.You clearly put in alot of work into your story,but it just isnt what we are looking for.
Edward: (Shocked)...(With a smirk) Thank you.(he says taking his leave)
Chairman:(Dumbfounded) Y...ou are welcome.(he says as Edward walks out of the room leaving everyne else in shock of how the young man reacted to being turned down)
Edward: (Now in the street as he begins to walk away form the building talking to himself) I should have know, working hard doesnt matter to the rich when you are poor. People say hardwork conquers all, I wouod like to meet those hypocrates, when has hardwork lead to anything good for anyone. Hardwork is only truly fruitful to whoever commands it not to tge ine working hard, all that left for the one working hard is critism, poverty, death and the endless cycle of sorriw and misery.(Sighs) Such is life.(he says as he stands under a bridge, standing infront of a red barrel like metalic container ) Eight(8) good years. (he says pulling six different books from his bag) Damn unfair world.(Says in a broken tone as ge thtows the books inside the container) Well U guess the "Phantom Ocastrator" dies today.(he says setting the container ablaze as he begins to take his leave )
?: Dont tell me you are giving up so soon.(Says a femine voice)
Edward: (Abruptly turns) Uhhhhh?(he lets out after seeing no one) Mmmm, maybe I am just hearing things.(He says neglecting what he heard earlier as a mind trick as he leaves)
?:(In the say femine voice as a ealier but with a hint of disapointment) Such a same he left.
(Infront of an apartment)
Edward: Finally home. (he lets out in a tired manner as he unlocks the door and walks in) I just cant wait to jump t..... (he pauses as he sees his apartment in ruins) Ehr? What Gods name happened here.(He says as he leaves his bag on the floor as he looks at his apartment with dispear) Just my luck.(he sits on his couch,picking up a remote and turning on his television) Not the "tv" too.(he says to the television with cracks on the screen) Mmmmm today is jus...(gets cut off by the noise that starts to come from the television)
Television: This just in...(it cuts off)...monsters...6 new continent....humans expe.....extraodinary powers...(In a frighten tone) THE WORLD IS ENDING!
Edward: (Dumbfounded) What?
Narrator: After burning all 6 books,...
Edward: Who said that? (he says turning his head to no avail)
Narrator:...all of them myateriously came to life.
Edward:(In shock)They what!
Narrator:They came ro life life life life life life(she repeat echoing the word "life")
Edward: (Covering hus ear in pain) I heard you the first time,(remove his hands) you didnt have to shout, and what the hell are you.(He asks in confusion)
Narrator: Oh me, am the narrator, every story needs one.
Edward: (Confused) Narrator, story?
Narrator: Yes and Yes. As an author you are very slow. All your stories have come to life, and you being one of the only people who have read it must help maintain peace in your world whiles making sure nothing disturbs the right order of your stories.
Sure all yoyr stories exist in different time from each other.
Edward:(In disbelief) If what you are saying is true,then explain why i can see you.
Narrator(Laughs) Are you not the author.
Edward:(In a discouraging tone) I wont call myself an author.
Narrator: Yeah your are right, you are not an
author by social standards, but if u would look into your hand what weapon do you see.
Edward:Weapon? I have no suc....(pauses as be sees a black pen with 2 good lines passing through it with a gold book at its end) When did thia get here.
Narrator: That is your class, every normal human who isnt frim any of your books has been given a weapon befitting their various classes.
Narrator:(Sighs) Its best if you see everything fir yourself. Close your eye.
Edward: (Hearing her voice shuts his eye) Then what.
Narrator:(Scoffing) You are an author,...
Edward:(takes up an expression of doubt)....
Narrator: Forget aboyt what the chairman and his people thought, forget what anyone says,yye wotld now is your creation, it is now one if yoyr stories, your last be it though, but it will be your best,your most thrilling and best of all no one can deny you now, you oversee the world now, see it, the world, view it right unfront if you.
Edward:(Opening his eye) I dont trust you yet, but I am giving you the benefit of the doubt.
Narrator: Thanks
Edward:(Closes his eye)....(breaths in)....(breaths out)....."Perfect world". (he subconsiously says as his eyes begin to glow a brihht gold colour as he sees the whole world on a big page in front if him) Wow, it actually worked.
Narrator: Now picture a specific arra, picture your self being there.
Edward:(Pictures a place) Wow it worked again.(he says seeing a place he imagined) Wait, whats going in, why are people dying.
Narrator: Yes, thats is the destruction caused by your stories becoming one with this world.
Edward:(Opens his eys as the gloe fades away)Why...why are you doing this?
Narrator:I did no such thing.
Edward: Then who did?
Narrator: I am sorry, amoung all your stories, i know not the answer for this.
Edward:So what is your purpose?
Narrator: My purpose?(she giggles) Is to narrate ofcourse.
Edward:I see it seems thats all you kn...(gets cut off as explosion happenes as a result of something hitting his apartment)
Narrator: Even after such a deadly blow, Edward wasnt going down that easily.
Edward: (lifts a rock off his body as he coughs emerging from the rubbles) Was.... that really neccesary?
Narrator:Sorry but its someyhung that cant be helped, but if you want you can turn me off by just thinking of it.
Edward:(For the time this night, Edwwrd found himself at peace at such a place and under such circumstance) Who is there.
Goblin:(jumps out of no where and charges at Edward with a darger made of bones)
Edward:What the..(he says as golden aura invelopes him)