Brought to Life

Beginning

-Prologue-

Somewhere, deep inside a birch wood forest, there lived a man. He had brown hair, a kind face, bushy eyebrows, and spectacles resting on his nose. A long white lab coat with many pockets filled with pens and tools covered the man's blue-ish colored shirt that he would wear. He liked to tinker and build things, an inventor you could call him. He lived in a large, hollow tree. On the outside, it looked like any other tree, but on the inside, there was a huge spiral staircase along the walls of the tree leading down to the bottom. That is where the inventor called "Home". It was pretty neat and tidy for an inventor's house, stacks and cases of books lined the walls, tools and blueprints crammed in places, and a bed under the staircase. There were also many stools, desks, and drawers that possessed clothing and whatnot. Everyday, the inventor would work on blueprints and models of inventions he would make. He was as happy as a man could possibly be, when you live all alone in a hidden tree house in the middle of a forest, but there was this...emptiness in him. He couldn't curb it, he did not want to be alone anymore. The only problem was, he did not have any family or relatives that he knew about, and he had no friends, so he continued his lonely days inside the hollow tree. After a while, he ran out of ideas, so he decided to organize his blueprints, and clean up his home. After he finished sweeping the floor, he looked around to see his clean environment, took a deep breath in, and sat down on the nearest chair. He wiped his eyes from underneath is glasses, and started thinking. He sat in that chair for an hour, thinking deep thoughts, when suddenly, an idea came to him, the idea for the best invention he would ever make. He jumped from his chair and ran to his drawing desk. He took out some blank blue sheets of paper, and started his work. The man calculated and drew all night long. When the blueprints were done, he quickly scrambled to get his tools and all of the scrap materials that were left over from previous inventions. He worked endlessly for days, hardly getting any sleep. Soon, it was done, his most prized position was complete, he only had one problem, he couldn't figure out a name for it. He took a nice long look at his creation, it was standing stiff on the wooden floor. Then, he decided the most perfect name for it, he would call it Zane, and he would treat Zane as if he was his own son.