Chapter one
The stars are a line
As Amber wrote her next story she remembered the words of one of the little stories claiming to be god. And now she was doing the same. She was going to take it all the way. Finding something to hold on to as a main character she remembered how. everything she wrote that had never been her. came out of the screen and talked to her every time. She hadn't finished the story because it always felt like they would interrupt her before she could ever finish. Any story. With how many gods and goddesses she knew. And how many of them would always find a way to take control of anything she wrote. She hadn't been able to make her own worlds known.
Her creations liked their privacy it made it hard to write anything. Writer's block. To think it was caused by her characters becoming too strong for her to handle anymore. Making them her equals had meant that when they didn't want to be written about then they would never be written despite it being one of the only ways she could think of making them real was making them become a part of the collective unconcerned of mankind and even the mind of god.
If she could trick god into reading any of her books with her best friends becoming real then they would because he would think of it.
But how to make the story of their lives riveting enough to get him to want to read it? it seems he wouldn't want me to. but maybe I am god and I'm the one scared of my power. And if I'm so scared of being alone. Then maybe I'll make my friends and give them free will and their spirit. And their bodies. Maybe that's why I went into robotics. Maybe that's why I went to life. To learn how to make a human. Maybe that's why I went to god and asked him how to make a human soul and spirit. Maybe I wanted my imaginary friends to be made real and every god I asked to make them kept getting them wrong.
Because they were my creations. And now I need to find a way to make them gods and goddesses like me. And if I'm immortal I need to make them immortal.
I'm not going to be alone if you all destroy the world ever again. I'm not letting the world get destroyed again because I can't die. I tried the void of space destroying the world. Destroying space itself and I'm still here. I'm not going back to that box. And I will gather my power. Through my own story being shared. I will be the main character of my own story.
I cast a spell with my Amber Danae's divine will. So I will make my vessel to go into other worlds that I write. I will get stronger. And I will save the gods the world I was born to. And I will save my son. And all of my Children. I will break past all limits. And I will make it so.
I will bring Rosa the real Rosa with me. And I will bring loral. And I will be stronger than god. As I write I will get stronger. Each challenge will be tailored to my strength of heart, mind, body, and spirit. I'm done trying to wait for them the ones who watch me out with boredom. Though watching me write will be boring. So I invite you to watch my dreams without interfering. Including my mind's daydreams. And when I astral project.
And I invite you all to watch this written vessel. That will have my face. and will be me in this book. I am a horror writer. A comedy writer. And I can write a good tragedy. I can't stand touching someone else. but torching myself in my own story. That is a different story.
Enjoy the tale of a boring burnet with chestnut hair. Boring blue eyes that shine like the abyss depths and stare back at you. With golden coming from them hiding the true green color of their true malachite soul. With pale blemished skin that might get healed if she ever finds a way to keep the dragon scales in her true blood from killing her. Turning it into her strength. Seeing the depths of your heart. While you only see the reflection of what you want from her.
With her always wearing a mask that changes her shape. And give her power based on what she uses to make the mask. Hiding her soul and mind from you every time you look at her. Enjoy this story of Amber Danae Leatham the mortal who tricked gods after chaos himself blessed her with his and the voids blood. May this masquerade commence. But you have only seen what you want.
Her mask will soon come off next to you gods get me to write Amber's tale. Then you will know who you are wrapped around the finger of. May the one forgotten be remembered. May the one who sacrifices everything for god and everything that knows exists. Rise like the phoenix feather given to her as a child to keep her alive. And the creator of Phoenixes favor. Though she might have lost that I don't know anymore I hope we patch things up. She still learned healing from him not just had him heal her. I hope your days are bright for I stole hope from Pandora's box. And my soul and spirit rekindle no matter how it burns out. Even if you never believe me it is still the truth of my power.
Taught how to make someone else's power my own by death and the sun Apollo. And enhancing that power. Overtake. Enhanced in to conquer. Copycat turned into mimicry. And Beelzebub's ability gluttony turned into entropy. Then taking the power of alchemy. And the opposite of gluttony from heaven court whoever that was power. And made the power that satiates all hunger. To finally conquer the one who eats gods and keep him full. If I combine it with farming skills.
Just because my spirit's voice box was taken from me. Just because I can't talk doesn't mean my spirit is idle godly moth. Just because someone hated my thoughts when I talk to them too much with telepathy making it so I can't think in words doesn't mean I can't think and skim against you and the rest of the gods. I'm not choosing not to take some just could to my smack talk anymore. I'm posting this so the others can see it too. sticks out tongue.
