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Well, I don't want to have to create a login for another website to read it...maybe post a chapter of the book in the thread and I"ll give it a read.

Was going to post a story here about a nervous boy and a dog, but going to save it for later.

Fragmented and Fractured
Chapter 8
Veins


When Seth turned a pale, right wrist upwards, he'd see that a blue vein went right towards the thumb. Seth, for sure, wore scars across that vein.


There’s a time Seth learned his destiny. It’s a time happening now and then, for now and then is one in the same. Nothing happens before anything else. It all just floats around us in shining ornaments and reflects a desire to be actualized. The past, present and future are a merry-go-round of shining circles. I have eight years; eight years represented by eight floating ornaments that show all that got me here.



Now, in Dreammore all important folk seem to be proceeded by hallways. In one ornament floating around my head I see my feet skipping down an emerald hallway; I see my rod soaked in Lucifer's blood as I skip away from the glass double doors. Emarald base and blood drops lay beneath my skips, as I skurry. For a moment my feet stop. I hear my spit and see the head of Lucifer's Redbird, with it's beak in tack, land on the emarald. My feet skip again, leaving the head where it lay.


And in another ornament, I see Seth's brown boots walking down a hall. There's a classical piano sound, not playing from any instrument but by magic, and candles dancing with not life but enchantment. Let's focus in on this ornament and go back...


That hallway that led to the Great Wizard had the feel of cement under Seth's brown boots and black cloak. However the floor or walls could barely be seen, just dancing candles floating in mid air emmitted some light onto them. Into the Great Wizard’s office, Seth pushed the door by the large golden handle. With caution he went in to receive his final present for his fourteenth birthday.


Once past the door and in the room, no floor or walls could be felt. Seth glided through a room of starry night sky towards the Great Wizard. With the cylinder of starlight circling down on the Great Wizard's beard and large, blue hexagon hat and rustic wooden desk, the Wizard under his eye shadow and blush blinked at Seth and studied him, while the young teen lowered his head.


The Wizard, Valvus, blinked at Seth with an expression as empty as his desk. “I’m sad to tell you this is the last time we’ll be meeting like this. You are growing up and will soon step into being the man that you will be the rest of your life. No more birthday parties.”


“That-that’s too bad.” Seth tried to hold back a smile.


“You don’t much like these parties do you?"


“Umm…no…not really…”


“Why do you suppose that is? It’s life; it’s fun! What about your room? Do you like your room?” A glare in Valvus eyes replaced their blinking. It cut past Seth's skin, up the vein over his thumb, and into his heart and thoughts.


“I…umm…” Seth sighed, “You’re all-knowing.”


“That I am. So how did you suppose that I wouldn’t find out about you attempting suicide?”


Seth paused and said, “I’m sorry…”


“Wrist-slitting shows a sort of dark madness wouldn't you say?"


"No, please..."


"And since that incident, you stopped reading your chapters, didn’t you?”


“Yes…”


“Seth, have you ever wondered, wondered why Jonathon advanced in swords, and you never did?”


“I –I use to.”


“Well, to help cure any curiosity that may dawdle, I will detail it to you. It’s simple, you have separate destinies. You read so much about Jonathon’s, but how much have you read about your own?”


“I’ve read enough!”


“Really? I have with me the chapter that I gave you for your birthday last year. The one you stopped reading.”


The Great Wizard outstretched his hand, opening one of his desk drawers, and then he levitated glowing thin grade of pages out of the drawer over to Seth. The pages flipped themselves like they were being blown upon. When they stopped on a page; Seth, unable to resist, read—


The son of darkness will be revealed; he will rule the evil forces and create his own city.


Seth could hear his heart, then a strange voice mumbling. He couldn’t tell where the voice came from or, over the drumming of his heartbeat, make sense of the mumbling. When the voice became clearer and familiar, it was Ward Phoenix saying, “Son of darkness, boy, just like your father.” Seth squeezed his eyes, hoping it would go away, but, when he opened them, a rod stood before him.


The Great Wizard gawked at Seth like the boy flew among two-headed black-birds. Then, Seth stormed away from the Great Wizard and the rod, swimming his feet in the starry room as fast as slow motion would allow.

Want to thank all for the recent uplifting downloads and messages. Glad ppl who just need a laugh got one. Also appreciate the smarter players who got what this is about.,. Glad to see people appreciate and understand the beginning of a thing that hastnt been tried 2 million times.