In memory of Lacie
She died the day after Thanksgiving, November 29th, 2013
I love you and miss you greatly.
Greetings reader,
Welcome to the newly refurbished book formerly known as The Organization. Now, before we begin I suppose I should go through the general jargon that comes before one begins a book on Wattpad. Everything begins with a thought. That's all it takes, a single thought that is churned around enough that it foams and froths into something more. This has been several years in the making and is still very much a work in progress. The mind is a room with a desk cluttered with work and filing cabinets expanding into darkness. I now take you to one of the many recesses. One cabinet stands alone, worn and battered. Try any of the drawers, only one will open, visible across the surface is smudged writing that is illegible, the rest are still locked to outsiders. Inside are numerous folders jammed with notes and stray thoughts. The single pristine folder in the front I now present to you, the sum of the many overflowing folders behind. Peruse it as you will, for it will wait patiently. If my extended period of leaving this in neglect and disrepair has caused you to lose interest I ask that you attempt to read it once more. What you find inside may surprise you, it has surprised me.
This is my own work, and aside from a trusted few who have helped me, this book, which has taken my frustrated tears and so much more, will remain mine. Therefore, I ask that you not copy it in any way.
Finally, a dear friend of mine, who has contributed much to this book, has asked my permission to contribute to this series. I have gladly given it to said friend, seeing as the proposed character was came from their mind. If you enjoy this book, and you want to know more about the mysteries behind events and characters, feel free to read the work(s) of @AbigailDragon Fear not, Dragon has worked closely with me and if it is in those writings, then it is indeed canon and truly part of this world.
Welcome, to PHANTOM.
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-Nari
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PHANTOM *On Hold*
Fantasy"You aren't going to drop it are you?" He asks quietly. "You know I can't do that." I reply in an equally soft voice. Percival's brow furrows and his eyes flick to the door behind me. He jerks his chin towards the hall and walks away from the meeti...
