Authors. Existences that create personas with roles and envision their fates into words, engraved in tens to thousands of pages, compiled into books. These created beings sometimes reflect on the author's self-needs or what they feel that lack, or sometimes these beings merely create to separate themselves from reality and create a world where they can do what they want.
That's what I am. An author, a self-made and self-proclaimed God. A God that creates for their own satisfaction. Most authors make Gods to fit into these worlds for their other creations to pray and worship to while they themselves distance their reality from their creations. I don't want that.
I wish and want to be close to my creations. I want to be able to interact with them. I want to be able to hold a conversation with them. So why am I here at this shady library? To find a book that can satiate my needs. There has to be someone who created a book just for the motive of fulfilling that odd, greedy desire.
And there I see, at the second to top shelf, a book that stood out from the rest, yet at the same time, looked so normal, a dull green grimoire with a violet, design less spine, and a simple title; "Parallel Timelines, What might they be?". Such a simple title, yet so intriguing.. I do wonder how people haven't touched this book yet..
I check out the book at the counter, the librarian looks like your typical old lady who is quite fond of books and chose to spend her remaining days doing what she loved most. I can't blame her, if per chance that I fail in my endeavors, I might resort to being a librarian as well. But I can't be pessimistic unless I try, yes?
I trek my usual route to my home, a simple and typical apartment fitting two people at most. I take my purse and the book out of my bag and started flipping from the first page. It firstly discussed the life that the author had before selling that book. While I was very intrigued, I wish to get to my needed page, and I can come back to that later.
I scour through the pages. A spell for ever lasting beauty? Rather tempting but I shall leave this aside once again. Immortality? Who'd wish to live through eternal suffering if not for the ignorant, greedy ones? Not reading through this page again.. A spell that can summon a being that can grant you 3 wishes? This isn't A**ddin. An incantation that is able to transform you into a merman in exchange for your voice? Are we just going through references at this point?
I reach a page that allured me completely. A conjuration for people who lack inspiration and wish to converse with beings in another world. All I need is to create the base of the world, how I want things to escalate, and the character I wish to follow.
I reach for my bag to grab two other items, my notebook and my pen. The base of my world shall be your typical magic-based medieval setting. I want my build up to be a surprise, and the character I shall follow shall be a daughter of a Ducal Family. I'll name her Darlene Fatedfall, and their household the Ducal drew out the spell circuit on my bedroom floor with white for the most amount of privacy I can gain unless my neighbors decided to be extra nosy today and latch their ears to the wall.. I look back at the book and it instructed me to place my written requests in the middle of the circle.
I'll be honest and state my honest opinion that I am 78% sure that this spell might not work, ironic to my first impression on this piece of old, bound-together parchment. The final ingredient to the spell is to drop blood on top of the pieces of paper.. Now it's really starting to sound like a demonic ritual.
I brace myself for anything loud, bright or surprising. But for a few minutes, nothing happened and I was about to throw a fit until a considerable amount of fatigue washed over me and I passed out.