What If

XXI

The next morning was as eventful as always. We are the rooftop of our building, the one where our dormitories lies. I don't even know it has a rooftop! The exterior makes it look like there is nothing to expect up there! But here we are, anyway.

The others are here, too. All of them, all of us. Now I can see all the characters I've written and created, here they are, standing before me. I greeted them a good afternoon the moment I stepped here with Alexander and Ockasionm, while the others where waiting. I do not know what role I'm supposed to play in this meeting, but I want to hear them.

I do not remember finishing their stories, not at all. But I've known what I've written under their names in the creation of their personality, of who they are and who they must be. Do you think if they ever found out, they'd despise me for that? How their lives turned to mess when I was the one holding the pen? And when I placed it down, an action that somehow gave then a chance to write their own... are they able to fix what I've done?

There are people here, too, that I know in real life. People I never know I'd see here and now, but here we are. There was complete silence here. I was left alone at the side when Alexander was pulled by Emerald and Ockasionm was then with Geann, as well as with Yzthell who's now beside Chandra. The others were just standing scattered at the place.

"What news do we need to know that we must be gathered now in here?" Geann asked seriously, no type of mocking in her voice. Not this time, at least. Love, the red haired girl (she was the same one I saw at the garden that day!) sigh and held a rather bigger book towards all of us. She placed it on the floor when it suddenly opened, emitting a rather brighter light than necessary. But since it is yet to be evening, I suppose I would not be seen from somewhere far- like the faculty building.

"That's--" That was the gray haired man.

"Yep, the Book of Prophecies. One that only shows when a destiny must be read and forced to that certain person. Or else," She exhaled.

"The world will end." I whispered, ending her sentence. That statement somehow gained their attention, and now they're all looking at me.

"Yeah, that's it." Love said. "The thing is, the prophecy has already been given. Done. Released. It was no longer on the book to be read."

A simultaneous 'what?' arise from the others who's listening. That was the same time Azim came to view and stood before me, not greeting anybody, nor even giving them a look.

"Then why did you bring this book to us?" Althea asked, clearly puzzled.

"It gives clues. We need all the ones we could get and the more the minds are thinking, the easier to figure it out." She explained, turning the book from page to page.

The sun is already setting. Rather fast if to be observed. The two moons of Agewertia Is not brightly showing in the sky. What a beautiful sight it is. The rooftop is not that huge, we fit, but not entirely fit. Azim and I were almost at the edge of it. But nobody fears some heights here when almost everyone seems to be able to manipulate gravity to their own accord.

"What does it says?" The gray haired man asked. I remember his name. He is not that significant in this Love's story, but he seems to be going that way, though. His name is Menard, 17 years old, a knight from the kingdom of Agewertia who as lost in the woods one night. He does not remember much of his identity... I did not mean for that to be so, but seems like he wanted that.

"You have such an imagination,

Some inked, some just dreams