"Jonah! Jonah, come now, it's bedtime."
The little boy, no more than six years old at the time, looked up from his brand new plastic train set, then jumped up on jiggly legs to join his mother. She led him to the bathroom, then to his room.
"So, pumpkin, do you wanna hear a bedtime story?"
The little boy smiled excitedly, clearly loving the idea of a story to help him dream.
"Ok, then."
And the mother reached out with her hand and produced and image with the magic inside, helping to aid the story.
"Once upon a time, there was a man. This man loved to write, and his name was Watt. He loved literature so much, he pleaded with the gods to protect it for all time. He pleaded for weeks and weeks, months and months, years and years.
So moved were the gods by his pleading, that they took council together and decided, that who were they to guard the works of man? But this man, who was so persistent in protecting the beauty of literature, would be the perfect one to protect it.
And so, they brought him into their midst, and made him a god. They told him to protect the literature he so cherished, and he did so with vigor.
He took upon him nine people, and made them minor gods, to help protect his beloved words.
They each took upon them an aspect of writing, and helped to nourish that aspect. They became a council, the council of genres.
But there was one on the council who wanted the power of watt to himself. His genre was the book no one read, the destructive texts that made one feel bleak, that drove them to insanity. His name was Wriblix, and he rebelled against Watt and his council. As punishment, he and his terrible tomes were cast from the council, and into a world without words. He took with him the powers of a god and many followers, and he devised a plan.
""If I can't have Watt' s power," he told himself, "no one can!"
So, he transformed his followers into devils, to suck the inspiration out of people, to cause people to burn books, and create writer's block everywhere.
Watt retaliated with having his council send out angels, to cause literature to flourish. This started the war, and it still goes on to this day.
BUT one day, it is foretold that a man will come forward, and save literature from it's destined destruction."
She ended the story with a flourish, colors in the air slowly fading away. She kissed the boy's cheek, for he had already fallen asleep, and switched off the light.
"Goodnight, little one..." she said fondly, and firmly pulled the door silently shut.
A/N:
Sup my dudes! I hope you liked this prologue! This story is completely original, so I am extremely excited to write it! All the God's names are going to be Latin-based, and yes, this is going to be a saga, so more than one book! Oh, I'm excited!
Anyways, this was kinda just a sneak peak, and to set the stage...
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The World Of Words 《The Literate's Ultimatum Saga, Book 1》
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