16 year old Xander Osborne, who is gifted in the art of the written word, is given the gift of power beyond Hunan limitation. Through his writing, he creates a world in which he holds the power of Creation through the very writing that brought him t...
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The luminous sun fades out behind a thick fog. A massive forest of proportionately gargantuan trees grows before Xander. Even the dragon's radiance just barely makes its way through as a soft blur of green light. His phone in his non dominant left hand, he reaches out with his right hand and a torch with a green flame appears in a flash of light of the same color.
Torch and phone in hand, Xander fearlessly enters the forest. He takes note of the green embers, being careful not to confuse them with the dragon's light as he follows them in the path of the wind. He can only see in about a 1½ meter radius, so he walks slowly to avoid running into any trees. He hears a noise from his back-left, but dismisses it as one of the many creatures within the forest. The surroundings are... Changing.
The bird song that was once a gentle lullaby now sounds like an unsettling requiem that mourned the withering grass. The poor, comfortable grass... Xander starts feeling incredibly disheartened at this destruction. His eyes well up with tears, but he makes an attempt to shake it off by telling himself that he'll bring them back to life soon.
Xander begins running.
He slows down upon seeing a strange pedestal. An orb with an emblem he had never seen before floated above said pedestal. It enticed him with its green glow. It seems...
Safe.
Warm.
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(please pretend this is green)
A voice speaks in riddles within Xander's head. It says,
"Art thou not the hero we seek? Answer not with thy voice, But with the power thou hath received"
As Xander stares in wonder, a tear escapes his right eye and rolls down his cheek. It hangs at his chin, feeling the tug of gravity. However, the tear is ignored by the boy who shed it; he is busy responding. He returns to his story and types a new entry...
