A good majority of media is labeled as being "fiction".
Little do many know, it's all very much real.
If you write a story, then what you have is a story.
It's when you give it all details, that that story can become real, existing sometimes only just outside the realm of true observability, somewhere in its own reality.
Sometimes, when a sequel isn't made, when a future is not given by the creator of that thing,
the future can write itself...
And sometimes, just sometimes,
there doesn't need to be anything written at all to make it happen...
This, is one of a small handful of stories, which include both of such an occurrence.
This, is the story, of Samuel Willsworth.
"I don't know how, or why, but I just, started existing..."
"Since then I've been running, well... duck walking really... through my existence, saving one reality at a time."
"Where did it start? Like, as in my first adventure?"
"Oh man, it was crazy! There were these random people fighting some, demon or something, I think they called him 'Herobri-' Oh, right, sorry... should probably go in order..."
"Let's see..."
"Ah! I know where to start!"
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"When I grow up I want to be a knight just like you, Daddy!"
"And you will, Kayley, don't you worry."
~
Patton traced the name carved into his father's headstone, smiling sadly to himself. "Happy birthday, Dad. I know I'm wasn't the perfect daughter, and never will be... but I hope I'm the son you would have wanted."
He heard his mother calling, something about his chores. The chickens needed feeding, the barn needed cleaning.
"Hurry up, Kayley, so we can start your dress later!"
Patton grimaced and looked up at the red streamer hanging from the barn roof. If he squinted he could see the neighboring farm, flying the same streamer.
Camelot was finally finished. The soaring castle walls in place, stained glass casting bright colors across the floors. The large, circular table was in place. Everything was ready.
Patton was going to be at that table if it killed him... and with his biological predicament, it just might.
Taking a small stick, he went around his father's gravestone and began to write in the dirt behind it.
'Kayley Albrecht'
"Kayley!"
He winced and dropped the stick, scrambling to his feet and brushing off his tunic. "Coming, Mother!"
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Characters belong to Thomas Sanders
THIS BOOK CONTAINS CLOSETED TRANS PATTON. THERE WILL BE SERIOUS AMOUNTS OF UNINTENTIONAL MISGENDERING. I AM WARNING YOU IN ADVANCE.