1: Silvia
How can this be?
I’m facing a situation so dire that
it’s driving me insane. My favourite character, Silvia Grace, died.
I… don’t know why. I am her
creator, as I wrote her. She may not be the main character, but she is one that
I cannot afford to kill. No! I can’t
even bring myself to hurt her!
Yet, she died? My authority as a writer is threatened. There can only be
one culprit; William Johnson.
Sir William Johnson is the main character
of my story. He’s a legendary warrior who mastered all the ways of the blade. He
started off as a noble, humble man; he fought bad guys. And he won all the
time. He never killed anyone, as he believed that even the cruellest of man
deserves a chance for redemption. The people loved him.
However, it was not long before his
immense power corrupted him. To him, everyone who did not follow him is a bad
guy. All bad guys must be killed.
He ruled the world.
But no! That is a horrible ending! Where’s the romance?
Where’s the love?
There’s Silvia Grace. She fell for
him long before he plunged into darkness, and he fell for her. After turning to
the dark side, she did not like his ways, and so he changed.
And Silvia’s dead.
I cannot let William Johnson
continue his reign of terror! I have to kill
him! How dare he intervene my
sovereignty over my world?
Yet, the readers love William
Johnson. And I’m still poor. I kill off William Johnson and I’ll get poorer.
So this scene takes place in the Green
Market, a market that is… green. It’s huge. Its vendors sell vegetables. Almost
everyone wears bright green clothes. Most of the shop vendors dyed their hairs
dark green. Don’t judge me because I came up with a shitty place like this.
William Johnson loves his greens. Also,
he has dark green hair. Also, he likes the colour green. He visits the Green
Market every Sunday morning, which is now.
I have to question him.
William Johnson’s eyes widen; his mouth forms an ‘O’ shape. He looks
around. He scratches the inside of his left ear with his left little finger. William
Johnson is confused.
Indeed, it is pretty awkward for a
writer to speak to his own character.
“O mysterious man, I am deeply unsettled by your mysteriousness; but
Silvia Grace the woman I love, her murder, I have not done.”
I’m glad that I’ve given William Johnson
a fearless personality. Although I’m not exactly the gladdest person after listening
to what he said. I have to find out more. I question him again.
“O mysterious man, once again I inform you of my innocence. Saddened by
this, I very much am. Ask my five great friends! They will deny all that you
accuse me of; they will do it proudly!”
Now, Sir William Johnson has five
friends. Hyperia, the ruler of seas; R.E.T.I.N.A., a robotic maid; The Trader,
a talented mercenary who killed thousands for money; Equinox el’Eriathas, the city
sweeper; and Shuma-Ti, Master of Fantasy.
Frankly, I hate William Johnson and
all his five friends.
I press on.
William Johnson remains silent. He pretends to ignore the voice he heard.
He walks away, each step hastier than the last.
He will not escape.
William Johnson runs away from the market into an open wasteland. Suddenly,
a stone wall appears in front of him. Another appears to the left of him, and
another to the right. These walls are so tall that they pierce the clouds. He
is cornered.
“O mysterious man, spare me, for I have done no wrong! None in this world
loves Silvia Grace more than I. None knows her more than I! None can find her
but I!”
No, William Johnson, you just tell me where she is, and I’ll find her. I have to make William Johnson
afraid. I have to destroy him.
So I destroyed him.
William Johnson falls. He dies from a heart attack.
That’s probably the easiest way to
kill a character. Great, now he’s dead, I’ll get poorer. No, I have to stick with the original ending. Readers love
happy endings. You love happy endings too, don’t you? Let me spoil it for you.
William Johnson and Silvia Grace live happily ever after.
Shit. Now you’ll probably stop
reading. You don’t care about Silvia Grace, do you? It’s not like you even know
her. But you know me… don’t you?
I’m your friend.
William’s body lies dormant under the scorching heat. His long metallic
sword smothers the small patch of grass to the right of him.
Three days later, five people stumble upon his decomposing body. They dig
a hole into the ground, and bury him along with his sword. They leave.
Two days pass. The three stone walls slowly sink back into the ground,
all at once…
… Dragging his body along with them.
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