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realmofstories2019-01-01 07:10 pm
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Chapter 01: Restoration Complete
Chapter 01: Restoration Complete—
The last few hours of the story were certainly harrowing- the Headless Horseman nearly taking Ebegeeser’s life, a scramble to keep the REAL Headless Horseman at bay- but then the Disciple scrambled away and left Ophilia alive (just barely) and the specter lay beaten by the brave and resourceful. A peaceful quiet began to rest over the dark forests and fields, still and satisfied rather than foreboding. Suddenly, no matter where the Aspects stood, they found themselves drawn through that same portal of swirling light and glyphs and images, transporting them out of the Draft to return them to the Index.
Should they look behind, they would see the story's book form appear whole again. The leather bound cover bore the story's title, A Hollow Christmas Carol, along with intricate designs embossed on it. Should they look down, they would see a white path made of paper and ink shimmering beneath them. The path rippled and solidified as they passed: a stone, cobbled road with silver grey wooden walls forming a covered bridge similar to the one in town, and horse carriages trotting through, their sleigh bells jingling. This path would eventually connect to the Index, forming the Segment that would connect the two worlds together.
And then ahead they would see the Index the same as it was as they had left it, except it almost appeared like a snowglobe. Even from the distance they could see the occasional glisten of the barrier surrounding the Index, and within it snow was falling. Once they re-entered and appeared within the city itself, they would soon see how much time had passed. All the Halloween decorations were no more and the autumnal season had ended. It was now winter, with snowflakes, sleighs and carriages, gingerbread structures, cozy fireplaces and books to read them by accentuating everything. Many of the buildings that were certainly wood and brick and stone when they left were now inexplicably made of spiced cookie, and it might have been a trick of the light but any snow that fell on the roofs seemed to turn into thick white icing. Even their own homes had been transformed to fit the current seasonal "decor." They might even catch some odd movement out of the corner of their eye, a shuffling snowmen—or a stray snowball might fly past.
A familiar voice rang out through the air as the Aspects tried to regain their bearings.
The Storyteller’s presence then began to fade, and the Aspects were left to do as they wished.
Should they look behind, they would see the story's book form appear whole again. The leather bound cover bore the story's title, A Hollow Christmas Carol, along with intricate designs embossed on it. Should they look down, they would see a white path made of paper and ink shimmering beneath them. The path rippled and solidified as they passed: a stone, cobbled road with silver grey wooden walls forming a covered bridge similar to the one in town, and horse carriages trotting through, their sleigh bells jingling. This path would eventually connect to the Index, forming the Segment that would connect the two worlds together.And then ahead they would see the Index the same as it was as they had left it, except it almost appeared like a snowglobe. Even from the distance they could see the occasional glisten of the barrier surrounding the Index, and within it snow was falling. Once they re-entered and appeared within the city itself, they would soon see how much time had passed. All the Halloween decorations were no more and the autumnal season had ended. It was now winter, with snowflakes, sleighs and carriages, gingerbread structures, cozy fireplaces and books to read them by accentuating everything. Many of the buildings that were certainly wood and brick and stone when they left were now inexplicably made of spiced cookie, and it might have been a trick of the light but any snow that fell on the roofs seemed to turn into thick white icing. Even their own homes had been transformed to fit the current seasonal "decor." They might even catch some odd movement out of the corner of their eye, a shuffling snowmen—or a stray snowball might fly past.A familiar voice rang out through the air as the Aspects tried to regain their bearings.
| Well done, everyone. All of you have worked hard to help recreate and restore this story, giving it a new life and meaning through your actions. Even if things did not go as expected, the story is now yours. By supporting each other and fighting bravely, you have brought hope and strength back to a sundered world, and it gives me great hope that more stories will be saved. It will take some time for us to find and prepare the next draft, so please rest, recover, and we will reach for you again. |
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The Storyteller’s presence then began to fade, and the Aspects were left to do as they wished.