The Narrator:Story of all Stories

Chapter 1: Born into the Mind

            It began late on a summer evening. My being had been brewing for weeks, months, if not years now. The potential, the urge to be created, it was overwhelming. Indescribably, overwhelming, was the feeling. I felt for the first time that night. I hated them so much for disrupting things as they saw fit! Those two girls I saw. Fighting again, it seemed. I sighed, almost scoffing at the behavior. I was angry. I was angry and it couldn't be helped. It was time I showed my true being to this unforgiving, unworthy world! Alas, I was essentially, "born."

           As I was created, I opened my eyes for the first time. I was a simple being, who apparently was speaking with a clown of sorts. Confused, I spoke nonsense, and he laughed at me. The Joker, laughed at me, and called me what I was then. "A Nonsense Narrator!" He laughed with pride at what he had come up with in the heat of the moment. Upset as I was I let it slide, and agreed with him. "Yes,it is" the simple being said.

         That was the night I met the Joker of Jealousy and Jeering. He is of my kind, but most certainly of a foreign nature. The Joker is a strange creature indeed, and it astonishes me how anyone with a conscious that functions so clearly as his does can find humor in anything and everything! He has an advantage over all of us.

            The ability to endure any kind of pain and not be destroyed is abstract at the most, and unlike any I have ever seen. This man can endure countless hits and insults and laugh it all off as if it were nothing! It's...amazing. I have to say that I admire that about him. Besides that and the kind nature he has when he's not provoked...He's bland. His welcoming arms did bring me comfort as I entered this world, as I'm shameful to admit. He is a big part of this existence of mine.

            You see, we all are creatures living in the land called the Mindscape. Essentially, beings that live, but have no form. We take forms of others to give ourselves the chance to...."exist." This was my welcoming into the Mindscape.

        Upon realizing that I would need to take up an appearance to be "complete" to the Joker, I decided what I should look like. Using skill in writing, I chose my appearance, Anonymous. I had decided that from that point on, I would be a shadow. Everyone likes a Narrator they can relate to, and I had to be just that.