The Legends We Create

Chapter Four: More of the Unknown

Chapter Four: More of the Unknown

Unknown P.O.V.

I sit angrily at my desk while staring at the pages I have just written. The words and sentences keep changing and I know what happened, my own creations were getting their own will. I hated it when they did that and this time I was determined to make them stop. I checked the ever-changing words for the culprits and found there to be four. Three witches and a wizard. They were messing with my story.

“How dare they?!” I yelled angrily, this has happened before, magic makes characters do strange things, like changing the story I was planning to write.

“What are you planning to do?” I asked the characters though I knew they could not hear me. I waited for the words to settle down and see what they were up to. It took quite some time, about an hour but the words calmed and stayed in place. I reread the story that wasn’t mine anymore, it was theirs, for now at least.

“You are changing her story? How dare you I’m the writer, I decide the stories!” I yelled down at my stolen creation.

“She is my character you hear! I will not let this pass, I will deceive you and her for following your orders, you were not the characters I made you out to be, I swear I will take my story back!” I shouted.

“Eveline, What on earth are you doing?” The familiar voice of my husband spoke.

“Carl, my story was stolen!” I exclaimed as I got up to hug him. he embraced me and looked over my shoulder at the desk.

“But it’s still there right?” He asked me.

“Yes, it wasn’t stolen in this word but from inside out, the characters are changing the story as they please, they have come to life! Well inside the story that is, I fear I’ve lost control over the story.” I told him and he held my shoulders as he pushed me away slightly so he could look into my eyes.

“Dear, you know I love you but you do realize that what you are saying sounds rather odd, right?” He asked me with his signature gentle smile.

“I know it sounds crazy, but I can prove it! come I’ll show you.” I told him as I pulled at his arm and set him down on the desk and because there were no other chairs present I sat down on his lap. I wrote a new sentence, I sentence fitting into my original story.

‘Her flowy skirt ran behind her as she walked’ Nearly as soon as I finished the words became red, instead of black, the color of my ink. The words rearranged themselves so that they would fit the new version of the story. ‘Her blue dress trailed behind her as she ran away from the giant elf.’

“They are like my words but it isn’t what I want to say! I have never imagined a giant elf, nevertheless written about one!” I called in confusion. I turned around to face my husband and he looked down at the white paper, flabbergasted expression plastered to his face.

“Are you playing a trick on me?” He asked with little doubt.

“No I’m not, here you try.” I said as I pushed the pen in his hand.

‘she ran towards her house’ he wrote. The words lit up in red and started changing again.

‘She ran towards ay direction but her house, for she knew he would find her there.’ The words now said.

“Strange…” Carl said.

“Indeed… do you believe me now?” I asked him.

“Yes I do… have you ever heard of this before?” He asked me.

“No I haven’t, have you ever heard of characters and stories writing themselves? I sure haven’t!” I told him. Carl stood up taking me with him. He lifted me up in his arms and kissed me tenderly.