I open my eyes to see the journal and the pen in front of me. The voice speaking its name to me, just as it had done in class yesterday. I listen more closely to understand what its saying.
"What is your name?"
"Mistina Triegra" it says to me.
I walk forward to grab the pen I prepare to write the name when a brilliant flash of light shines in front of me. When I blink I see my mom hovering over me.
"Time for school sleepy head"
Its another uneventful bus ride to WeaselTown Hights Private High School, another uneventful 1st 2nd and 3rd periods, another uneventful lunch until an armor clad warior busts through the wall of the lunchroom.
"I am looking for Rosetta" he says in a calm voice that is a stark contrast to his violent and dramatic entrance.
"Ignese Levitas Ignese Levitas" I chant in my head preparing a fireball to launch if this turns ugly.
"Here I am" I say as I walk up to the large armor clad figure.
As I get closer I notice that his armor apears to be glowing, and at his side is a satchel with what looks to be a journal and pen very similar to mine.
"Rosetta" he pauses for a moment as if to collect his thoughts as he scans the room. "Do you have anywhere private we could talk?"
"Yes why" I answer nervously, I have gained a large deal of confidence since discovering the journal, but this figure before me is quite terrifying to say the least.
"Because what I have to say is for you and your companion's ears only"
"What do you mean by companion?" as if to answer my question the journal begins to glow brightly from within my bag on the table. "Alrght then, lets go"
I walk him down the hallway and out the front door of my school.
"This is called a door, you should try using it next time" I say to the still quite scary figure following behind me. Whether he didn't hear me or is choosing to ignore me, I can't tell.
Most of the walk home is like my typical walks home besides the occasional sidwards glances my newfound friend recieves from passerbys.
When we finally arrive I bypass the front door completly and lead him to the side gate that goes to the backyard, I then proceed up the ladder to my treehouse and invite the man to come up, but instead of using the ladder like a normal person, he takes a giant leap and lands right in front of me.
"Alright, we are alone. Let's talk"
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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.
