"My my you have a strong soul though you are just a book." a voice said. The air was quite grey, but there was nothing in sight.
"I'm a book?" I asked the emptiness.
"You are the soul of the art book that Fiona Williams drew. I created you by hitting that book by my special life giving lightning!" as if that made sense.
"Who are you?"
"Introductions later. First, I want to tell you, to follow Fiona and record all her actions. All of them. Every small cough, sneeze, grin, laugh, snicker, giggle, everything. And everything about the people she meets too. Got it?"
"How do I do that?"
"Good question. You are life. You can merge with anything you want to merge with. Just go around keeping both your eyes on her. If you do that, whatever you see will be recorded in a book connected to you. You can skip some scenes if you want."
All I wanted was to know more. Slowly, the air started becoming dark, till it was pitch black, and I lost consciousness.
YOU ARE READING
The Art Note
Fantasythis is a story about a young artist and her adventures in the world she created.
