The New War

This is War

My friend and I walked down the sidewalk, toward the setting sun; discussing our stories and our creations. We both are what this world calls Minor Creators. That means we are creators that create just for fun instead of for the big bucks like the other creators that much of the public know and love. I'm ok with that as I'm not looking for any fame or popularity, just the fun of writing and sharing them with my friends and readers.

"Did you hear of the new copywrite law?" I asked as I turned toward my friend.

"No, what is it Kitty?" inquired Rain.

"Don't call me Kitty!" I grumbled "Anyway, it's this law about how we need to get the Major Creators' permission in order to write any fanfiction about it."

"Really. Well, that sounds counterintuitive, after all we aren't trying to make profit over it or anything."

Our house is now in view with a lone tree and a garden with a single flower. That flower is given by my brothers, for they say that it will grant a wish only if the heart of the user is pure and free from darkness. They, like Rain, are creators, yet ever since this new law was voted into existence, they sided with the Major Creators.

Arriving to the front door, I turned around and said "OK, see you Rain, I'll email you if I find some new information about this. Oh! Also, make sure you bring some of your best characters out the minute you go back home. We'll want to preserve some of our work, right?"

"OK, see you then?"

"See you then."

I watched Rain pad out of the yard and closing the door, I retreated into my house's warm comforts.

I made my way to my room and flicked on the light. On the walls hanged a quiver of arrows and a bow with my name carved on the side; beside it, there's a staff with a small blade attached to the end. Grabbing it, I stalked to the end of the hallway to the big-room downstairs.

That room is full of wood weapons and sleeping dummies. I grabbed my staff and flicked a switch on the wall. Everything let out a loud grinding sound, the dummies' eyes glowed a mechanical red, and came to life. Wheels popped out of the bottom of the dummies and they started patrolling the training grounds.

I bared my teeth, grinned without emotion at the dummies, and attacked. The minute l stepped passed the red line, the dummies turned toward me. Wooden swords extended from their midsection and started to wave around. My staff flashed this and that as l knocked away the wooden swords. I trained for a long time. As I done so, the strong feelings over the new law faded to be replaced with genital calmness.

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After a while, I finally grew tired. Dodging the dummies that are still alive, I ran past the red line and tuned them off. Their red mechanical eyes faded, and the wheels popped back into their bodies, and the wooden swords returned to where they belong.

Feeling refreshed from the training session, I walked steadily to the living room where my desk was. Arriving there and sitting down I opened my computer and opened the screen that said, "New Law Stats."

On there, the site said, "Not only would all Minor artists and creators be prohibited from posting their works, they would also be severely punished from doing so."

l read and reread that statement, not believing my eyes. Anger then slowly crept along, replacing my disbelief. How dare they! They're rubbing salt in a wound! I was fuming. Clicking away to my email, I quickly contacted three different people, Rain, Skyler, and Nyrox.

With flying fingers, I typed, "You know the new law that I was talking about, right? Well I checked today, and the Majors said that they would 'severely punish' the people that don't follow it." Pressing the enter button a few times, and setting it to Caps Lock, I typed, "You know what this means? This is War!"