You are standing outside in the dark, a thunderstorm rumbling overhead. A young boy, no older than 14, is sitting on a treestump nearby. 

"Welcome, Friend, to the eye of the storm. I am Shadowfire." The boy says with a smile. 

You raise an eyebrow at him. He is in a black, hooded jacket and a pair of loose black jeans, his silver eyes lighting up with every flash of lightning, his black hair with it's silver streaks plastered to his face by the rain. 

"Your sanity is not safe here. I suggest you leave it at home." He says with a bright laugh. His laugh is gentle, giving you a sense of security. "I am always here to talk to. And remember, this realm is a place of fanfiction and fantasy, with no rules whatsoever. You have been warned."

The storm ends, revealing a small cottage. He walks to the door and gestures for you to follow. "Come inside, you must be tired. Here you can sit back and read in peace. I wrote them all, so please give feedback. Feel free to add to my RolePlay books as well. New additions are always welcome. And if you wish, you may join my 'army'. The spectral legion. Enjoy!!"

It's, well, strange. The young boy walked out to make some tea and when he returned it was like years had passed. Now clearly an adult, he sets the mugs down on the coffee table and smiles. "God... it's been so long since I was really... here, last. I apologise for that. But I hope my work has kept you amused in this time."