Wisps

Part 2

It was a hot Summer Day, I decided to take My Brother, Jerome, in the Forest again to meet our friend. It's been a year since we first meet him, since then we regularly go to him and listen to his stories. He also explained how we missed a week and how to not let it happen again.

While walking through the forest, Jerome asked me, "Do you think he will tell us his Name today?"
I thought for a bit, it's true that he still hasn't told us his name, but he promised us that he would tell us today. "Of course he will! Has he ever lied to us?" I answer him.
"I don't know? Have I ever lied to you?" our friend chimed in to tell us that he is here.
"How are you two? Have you been fine? How was School?" he asked curiously, "We have been Great, I got an A in my Math Test! Also, our Parents adopted a cat" Jerome answered enthusiastically "That's Great! You improved by a lot!". And soon we arrived at our usually spot, the Tree House.

"So we're here, will you tell us your Name now?" I ask in a deadpan voice. "Straight to the point like always? How about One Story first?" He asked in a pleading tone, too curious, "What story do you want to tell us?" my brother asked. "How about a New one? About the power of thought?" he offered in a sly tone that almost scared me. "Sure" my brother replied unfazed," Good now sit down you too, cause different to every other stories I told you before, this one isn't based on Fiction!

Stories are a Powerful tool, they can repair by instilling Hope, they can attack by instilling Fear, and of course they can protect by giving a Cautionary tale. Long Ago, there were three brothers that loved stories so much so that their stories would become real. The brothers had no Mother, for she serves a greater purpose for now, and their Father was killed in war. They were completely alone with their stories, so much that they started to think up Stories in three steps. The First could think up Stories and Characters that would happen someday, The Second Could Create things by simply drawing them, and The Third could make the Stories Real by reading them out loud. The Three Brothers loved their Story more than anything, so one day the Third Brother had an Idea, He said, "How about we create versions of us in the stories so that we can interact with the worlds!" it was a great idea, thought the Brothers, so they started to always create three characters that would represent them, but one day it wasn't enough, so the second brother had the idea "How about I draw a Portal for us to go into the Stories?" the other two loved the Idea, so they let him create a special door that let them go into their thought of world and started playing from within. Everything was fine they took the places of their stand in Characters so no one would notice, but soon the problems started coming, the first Brother loved Stories of Hardship, so he would write disasters in the hopes that he would have to live through them, the third brother hated that for he loved simpler stories with fun more, so he started to tell old story they thought of with different beings like Unicorns and Gnomes, to create happiness as counterbalance. The Second Brother didn't care for the conflict his brothers had, instead he found the one thing the others Neglected, Love, and not only Romantic he was the only one with friends too. That all changed when the First Brother thought of a Great Disaster, Something so great that it would erase itself from the History books, a War so Great that the two sides stopped existing in the eyes of history, a War between Heaven and Earth, a war where everything the Second Brother Loved died. When his Brothers noticed their mistake it was already too late, their Brother Started to join the war with an Army of His Personal Demons and Monsters, an Army of beings that erased every memory of what should have been, Horror's so great they scared even his Brothers. After he won, he took his army and went into their Forest. When the Brothers noticed how bad they screwed up, they started to run after their brother and began searching that Forest, but they only found his Monsters. It is said that they continue their search even to this day." he stopped with an Open mouth, as if he wanted to say one last thing, but he didn't. "That's not a happy story" said my Brother in a sad voice. "Yes, but didn't you say you would tell a Real story?" I asked, His Mask distorted in an Ugly wide Smile, "of course I did, I just told you the story of my life!" He told me as if he isn't sane anymore. "Which of the Brothers were you then?" my Brother asked curios, "in front of you stands the Third Brother, the Brother who can make stories real, the one who Loves Happy stories, My name is Comedy of the Brother's destiny" as soon as he finished saying that, different farytale beings like Farys and Unicorns started to come forth from the trees...