~Beginning of Part 3~
In a dark prison cell hangs a crazy Mad Man with a scar on his face. The man used to have it all, all the power in the world. In fact, he made the world. He had been the Writer, god of Palaedom. This man is you. You had created the countries of Terrive, Thridley, Kordia, and Glenwood. You had created kings, and peasants and knights. One knight you had gifted with freedom to do as he pleased. This knight, Sir Nathaniel, outsmarted you and took your throne in the heavens. He has sent you to live in your own world. Made you suffer in the terrible land that you created. This knight is me. Now you have fought a warlock, killed guards, lost friends, murdered a band of thieves, ignored all my directions, and gotten arrested twice.
That’s what leads up to now, here, in this cell, hanging next to the old man. Welcome back to your quest Josiah.
Have I told you I don’t like it when you summarize like that. You leave out the important part where I LET you have the power.
I don’t include that part because it doesn’t make any sense. Why would you give me the power and then strive to get it back?
Because… because I was bored, and I wanted to see what would happen. Now I have realized my mistake and I’m trying to keep you from ruining my world. Now if you don’t mind, I have to escape from this cell. “Good day sir.” I say to the old man.
“Well, the scarman awakens.” says the old man, in a high wispy voice, but with a tone of wisdom in it. “What are you in here for?”
“I’m in here for being the nemesis of the Writer.”
“Hmm, that’s a new one. I’m not familiar with the punishment for that, but from the guards it doesn’t sound good.”
“Oh really? What do the guards say?”
“Well, when they brought you in here, they mentioned gallows, poison, beheading, you know, ways to kill you. You must have done something very bad to have annoyed them that much. But you’re lucky, the judge isn’t in town this week.”
“I have a whole week?”
“More like three days. Today is Friday, he comes back on Sunday. He went up to Glenwood castle to deal with the mess up there.”
“Oh, I see.”
“Yep, by the way, I’m Oliver.” He reaches out his hand to shake, the chains jangle against the stone wall, but it is too far away to reach.
“What a ridiculous name.” I say. “I think I’ll call you Nikolas.”
“My name is not ridiculous, it is a very fine name. But you may call my Nikolas if I may call you scar man.”
“Deal.”
“Tell me scar man, how did you become the nemesis of the Writer?”
“Long story. Tell me, why are you here Nikolas?”
“That’s also a long story, but a fascinating one. I was traveling magician, very into the sixth sense. I decided to stay here after a very long journey with some companions of mine. When King Josiah issued his ban against magic, I didn’t give in. I fought and hid and grew in strength, But I was eventually captured, as you can see, in a moment of weakness. I have been trapped here ever since. But I don’t mind, I have grown much wiser in my years here.”
“What sort of magic can you do?
“Well, I can connect to the sixth sense, that’s my specialty. I have had much time to work on it here in this cell.”
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Knight's Quest
FantasyThis is the tale of a noble knight, Sir Nathaniel, and the all powerful Writer, creator of all. It begins like almost every other knight story, but quickly goes down a path unheard of, as the knight tries to become the Writer of his own story. These...
