Unreachable

~Chapter One~

                                                                                 I hate to say it, but I stopped writing Unreac indefinitely after the Iskall scandal. It was a very difficult decision to make, but I didn't feel comfortable keeping him in, nor did I have a good way of altering the entire plot. I am very sorry for the disappointment. I am putting this message here as a warning so people don't get into a whole 'nother book!

Although, there is a bright side to this. Because I stopped writing Unreachable, I was able to put my focus onto my own novel (not a fanfiction!) that I have since published. If you like the writing style, themes, characterization, and overall vibe of this series, I would highly recommend you check out my book, Mission Complete, by yours truly, Promise (or rather, "Mandi," as I am more well known as).

Feel free to keep reading! If you particularly want to know some of the plans I had for this fanfic feel free to shoot me a message. :)

Promise out!

 Grian's POV

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"Okay, so!"

The sun was brighter than perhaps it had ever been, The world, blanketed in warm light held endless possibilities, things that could be achieved through pure imagination. Even the shadows, dim and dark as they were, held promise. But what was promise without passion? The world had astounding capabilities and just needed a catalyst to let them free. And that the world had-- three catalysts who regularly pushed the world's promise to its limits inhabited the land. Just three was all that it needed; it had been these three for six months, maybe forever.

"First rule is that you can't touch the ground," continued a rather high-pitched person named Grian. Next to him stood a lizard-cyborg-creature, who was currently giving him an extremely dirty look. The two stood on a tall platform, very far off the ground. In fact, it was so far up that Grian couldn't see the ground. Of course, he designed it this way, so this didn't come as much of a surprise. The platform was composed entirely of wood, and an intricate pattern adorned the floor. Not that anyone noticed.

Grian's companion rolled his eyes. "Okay, Mr. I-have-never-taken-off-my-elytra. You tell me how easy it is to fly," he grumbled, and Grian gasped, feigning offense. "Just get on with the rest of the rules," he demanded, standing at the edge of the platform impatiently. After a moment, the cyborg-- his name was Doc-- relented. After a long and very overly dramatic sigh, he smirked. "Please."

"That was very nice of you," Grian grinned. Ah yes, the rules. The rules of the game Grian had somehow managed to rope his friends into playing. It was simple, really. The main idea of the game was to fly through various rings that Grian had set up in the shortest amount of time possible without hitting the rings, touching the ground, or dying. Why did he build it? Grian honestly did not know. He had just felt like making a game, and almost by instinct, he had begun to make this. It was almost like muscle memory, the ease that he did it with. Grian had not actually tested this course before inviting his friends over. This would be fun. "The next ru-"

Unfortunately, he was very rudely cut off by another person. "Rule number two, there are no more rules," said a third person, who had previously been standing behind Grian and Doc, very matter-of-factly as she stepped up to Doc and pushed him off. "Good luck!" She called down after him with a sing-songy, mocking tone. After three seconds, she turned back to Grian with a winning smile. The girl had greenish skin and her bright orange hair was adorned with leaves and blue flowers. Her emerald eyes glinted mischievously as she reasoned, "He should've seen that coming."