The Curse of Imagination (English Version)

You're The Right One

I opened my eyes again, I was immersed in the darkness. I looked up and saw him in front of me.

He was sitting... had a sad look and turned towards the ground.

I approached him and... he looked at me

Why he was so sad?

Then, I understood ...

From the hand of artists, many cartoons have come to life, making generations of children laugh with their sympathy. Many of them have succeeded, others have not, but remained in everyone's memory.

But Toby... was never born. He was just a sketch, an idea ... and nothing more.

What Toby wanted ... was someone willing to give him a life, a soul... like the other cartoons.

"You're the right one"... that's what it meant.

I had been chosen to take care of him. But Antony Renraw, and all the others were still here, in a sort of limbo.

There was only one way to save them... an exchange: my life, for their freedom.

Toby smiled at me and disappeared into the darkness.

I felt a tentacle clinging to my right arm and lifting it up. Out of the darkness, a hand emerged that held a knife. He placed the blade edge on the palm of my hand.

I nodded.

The knife made a long cut on my palm, causing me a throbbing pain.

I screamed. When the blood came out of the wound, I noticed that it was bright red.

Then, we shake hands. I noticed that from his hand came out of the blackish liquid that mixed with my blood.

Now, we had a deal. I was bound to him, and him to me. My sight blurred, then I fainted.