As I walk towards my first period class I stop by my locker to make sure I have everything I need so I don't have to stop after school and deal with Axel waiting at my locker. My first class is Literary History. It's an extra class that I took to fill a hole in my schedule, and I figured that it would serve as inspiration for my work. We are reading "To Kill a Mockingbird", I always read a few chapters ahead so I can use the class reading time in the morning to catch up on sleep.
As I drift off I notice that I am in a dark room with the journal sitting in front of me. It's much bigger than I remember, as in it is now as tall as I am, and as it slowly opens I can see across its pages written "WHAT IS MY NAME. FIND MY NAME. WRITE MY NAME. FREE ME FROM THIS PRISON." In the back of mind I hear a name, it's his name, the person in the book. I walk forward and take the pen and get ready to make the first stroke when I hear my name.
"Rosetta, this isn't a dream. Get out of here. Wake up! WAKE UP!"
As I return to reality I notice that the class is staring at me.
"Sorry I must have fallen asleep." I say to divert attention away.
"Rosetta, are you okay?" Mr. Gale my instructor asks, with genuine fear and concern in his eyes.
"Yes why?"
"Your eyes just went blank and you started speaking some foreign language"
"What did it sound like?"
"It wasn't English and it wasn't any modern language that I have studied, it sounded ancient, and it certainly wasn't the one you're working on"
"How do you know about my work?" I snap as my face turns a bright red.
As he opens his mouth to respond, the school bell rings and he says.
"Class Dismissed, Rosetta you stay back for a minute" I can hear some of my classmates snickering.
"Yes, Mr. Gale?"
"Those words you were saying, do you know what they mean?"
"No I don't even know what I said"
"It is a curse from ancient mythology, from a long dead civilization that not many people know about, roughly translated it goes like this"
"You who wield great power
Who wields pen and pad
With power matched only by the gods
Who uses their words to strike down those who oppose him
Once a force for good great evil corrupt
Now a terror for the world
You now will be stripped of power
Of tongue
Of name
You will be nothing
The pen and pad you once wielded
Will now be your eternal tomb
And be cast away forever"
"The object he used was a pen and a journal that can bend reality unto his will, anything he wrote would become reality, he once used his power for good, but great power corrupts greatly, his heart was not pure and in his madness he singlehandedly destroyed the entire civilization, The creator of this artifact was the only on remaining that could match his power, he used his own power to trap himself and the evil one inside the journal forever, it has not been found since."
I think back to my nightmare, trying to remember that name, but I can't remember anything but the voice speaking to me.
"Rosetta this isn't a dream"
I can remember that clear as day.
What was his name?
YOU ARE READING
The Author
FantasyA mysterious journal finds it's way into the hands of a budding story writer and fantasy nerd, what she doesn't realize is that what she writes in it aren't simple words anymore. She finds that the saying "words have power" is a huge understatement.
