To the person who's reading this, I give you my warmest greetings.
Who am I? You may ask.I go by a lot of names.Some call me God, others Master, but you may simply call me The Narrator.
Now before we move on to other things I'd like to ask you to do a couple of things for me and answer a couple of questions.
Wether your under your covers in your bed or sitting in the back of your school bus trying not to get noticed, I'd like you to firstly stop reading and look around you.
Touch the nearest thing.Feel the fabric under your fingertips.
It all seems pretty real right?
Now I ask you, have you ever had someone close to you die when you were young? Your mother? Father? Brother?Sister? Who ever it was I'd like you to try and remember how they looked.Their smile.Their frown.
Can you remember these things?
Of course you wouldn't because "You were so young when they died".
What if I told you that there was another reason? What if I told you that every memory you have-every dream you had-every breath you take- is because of someone else?
What if I told you that everything-right down to the soft snores that are coming out of your sibling's room- isn't real?
You would laugh.Of course it's real! But that's what every character thinks.They all think they're living in the 'real world'.But what is the real world? Who lives there? Do you live there?
What if I told you that you were just a figure of someone's imagination? That you only exist because they created you? That you are nothing more than ink on a paper, a book in a display shelf of a shop?
What if...what if the reason you can't remember your dead relative is because They had not given depth to them? Because They had not given you a clear description of how they looked?
You might be wondering who 'They' are. I know them as αρχαίος. But they're also known as Authors.
Surprised? You should be. Wether you know it or not, Authors are most powerful people in the world.But they come second.A Narrator is the first.An Author can create a story but only a Narrator can tell it.
And then there are the Guardians and the Illustrators but we'll get to that.Today, I'm here to tell Venus's story.
YOU ARE READING
Children Of Fate
FantasyVenus Grimm was no Queen Bee- she didn't have everything going for her, she wasn't drop dead gorgeous, there weren't a line of boys waiting outside her door- but that was okay with her. As mundane and boring as her life was, Venus liked it. No drama...
