The Author

The journal

As I finish the last stroke, the whole page lights up in bright blue flames but the page doesn't burn, when they disappear, all that is left where my name was is two words, "Welcome Runecaster"

"What's a Runecaster?" I think to myself. "I would rather be an author"

As if it were listening to me the word changes from Runecaster to Author.

"That's better," I say to the journal as if it were perfectly normal to be talking to a book.

"Might as well start filling these pages" I think to myself.

I take the beautifully adorned pen and write the words "flame, ignese" followed by it's symbol, just as I had done in my old tattered notebook. As I make the final stroke of the pen a page from the back of the journal falls out and when it lands on the ground it bursts into flames. As it does a new page takes its place in the back of the notebook, containing the new word and the symbol.

"Did I do that?"

"Yes, you wrote it into existence. These pages define reality, and that pen wills it to be."

"So let's try something else." I say as I pick up a tree branch and write the symbol for ignese on to the end, as I do it the stick lights up as if it were a torch.

"Cool" I say, shaking the flames off of the stick.

"Try writing a statement that you wish to be true"

So I write in the journal "It is nighttime" before I have time to think the sky turns dark save for the moon and a few stars.

"Now strike through what you just wrote"

As I draw a line through the sentence it returns to daytime.

"What else can I do?"

"Write something about yourself"

So I write, "I have laser vision", when I finish my pen stroke I feel an intense burning become my eyelids. When I focus on the branch that was lit up by my fire, two beans of bright red light shoot forth from my eyes and turns it to dust.

"That is a bit too much power for me", I say as I strike through the newly written sentence.

Maybe I should try something else, I think to myself.

I use the pen and write "Erte means earth" and I draw the symbol.

The page falls from the book and lands on the ground as a pile of dirt.

Then I write "Levitas means levitate" and draw the symbol.

The page lifts out of the book as though it weighed nothing at all.

I then take the pen and draw the combined symbols for Erte Levitas on the ground in front of me and a large chunk of earth rips out of the ground just big enough for me to stand on, so I hop on, and as if it were meant for me to ride it flies forward. I lean to the left it goes left, I lean to the right it goes right.

I ride my earth pile around the neighborhood having the time of my life but a thought itches in the back of my mind, where did the notebook come from?

When I get home I head straight to my room but I'm stopped by my mother.

"What were you doing just now?" she asks.

"I was just reading in my treehouse" I replied, not wanting to tell her the truth, at least, not yet.

"Is that so, because Bonnie just called and said that she saw you flying around the neighborhood" she prods. I've never liked Bonnie, she's the self proclaimed neighborhood watchdog.

"Hah, I wish I could fly, then I wouldn't have to ride the bus." I reply "By the way did you leave me something in the treehouse"

"No, you know I don't like climbing that ladder anyway, maybe it was your brother"

"It wasn't me!" Nicholas calls down the hall.

"Huh, okay then, nevermind" I reply as I walk past her to my room.

It's odd, an unaddressed letter to me, and a mysterious notebook with magical powers shows up the day my original journal is destroyed. If it wasn't my mother, or my brother then who could it be.