"What are you doing, dear brother?" Freya asked calmly as she eyed the both of us.
"I think it's quite distasteful to see you being carried on the back of your manservant, what is the meaning of this?" She demanded.
Why did I write this part?
And why did I name her Freya? Damn it all.
"My legs aren't working dear sister" Frey responded, his tone dripping with sarcasm. But then again, he didn't expect them to understand sarcasm.
Freya eyed him heavily.
Or perhaps, they knew sarcasm?
"Drop him to the ground" Freya commanded. Bran dropped him abruptly, without a moment's hesitation.
"Bran, what the fuck? I'm almost crippled and starved to death" Frey cried out. But Bran seemed unbothered by Frey's cries of pain.
Instead, he simply nodded towards his sister and ran back into the underground prison. Frey sat up and looked at his sister grinning wildly at him.
He knew what she wanted, she wanted to spar with him. However in reality, it was just an excuse for her to beat him up. He knew because he had written it.
I'd give anything to not be here right now.
[WELCOME GODFREY MILTON]
[REINCARNATION SUCCESSFUL]
[AUTHOR: GODFREY MILTON]
[CHARACTER: FREY GREYSTONE]
[SKILL: NONE]
[STRENGTH: NONE]
[ATTRIBUTE: POWER OF THE PEN]
[MISSION: COMPLETE THE STORY WITH NO END]
[TIME LIMIT: UNKNOWN]
Wait wait, what the hell is going on?
Frey sat on the ground, before him was a holographic looking interface, like the types you'd see in virtual reality. Worse of all, he was never a gamer.
But it was there before him, he could see his sister walk towards him. Her smile still imprinted on her face.
She couldn't see it. He instinctively knew that as he tried to scramble up to his feet and run away. Thankfully, he still had some strength in his legs.
"What are you?" He shouted out, flailing his hands in the air, trying to swipe at the holographic images. But his hands just slid through.
He began running, he had more pressing concerns, for example. Escaping his diabolical sister.
[WOULD YOU LIKE TO TEST OUT YOUR ATTRIBUTE?]
"Ooh get out my face Damn it". Frey cried out as he ran…
"It would seem my dear brother has begun showing signs of lunacy" Freya called out after him, as soon as she said those words, she blitzed from behind him and appeared just in front of him.
Frey not being accustomed to his new body and being weak at the same time, ran into his sister and fell to the ground.
"Jesus Christ, are you made of steel or something?" Frey groaned as blood dripped from his nose to the ground.
"Thank you for the compliment Brother, it is much appreciated" she replied and flung a wooden shaped sword at him.
"Stand Brother, I would rather not beat you while you remain defenseless" she took a stance and pointed his wooden sword at him.
Ooh, Lord!!
[WOULD YOU LIKE TO TEST OUT YOUR ATTRIBUTE?]
He saw the message pop up in the air above him, once more Freya couldn't see it, only he could.
"Aah whatever, for what it's worth, Yes I'll test the damn thing" he said tiredly.
[ATTRIBUTE ACTIVATED]
[POWER OF THE PEN]
As soon as he heard those words, everything stopped.
Frey wasn't so sure at first and watched his sister's body for a few moments. But she didn't move.
She remained as she was before the message popped up. Frey felt confused, stood up and observed his surroundings.
Indeed, it felt as though time had stopped, but also as though it hadn't.
"What the hell is this?"
[POWER OF THE PEN]
[ATTRIBUTE GIVEN THE REINCARNATED AUTHOR. GODFREY MILTON.]
[THIS ALLOWS YOU TO ALTER THE STORY AS YOU SEE FIT. THERE ARE LIMITATIONS OF WHAT YOU CAN AND CAN'T CHANGE AS TOO MUCH INTERFERENCE WILL CAUSE A PLOT BREAK.]
[THE ESSENCE OF YOUR ATTRIBUTE IS CALLED INK.]
[A PRIMORDIAL ESSENCE THAT ALLOWS FOR THE WIELDER TO REWRITE THE STRINGS OF FATE ITSELF.]
[THE CHARACTER FREY IS ALSO ALLOWED TO SEE THE TRAITS OF ALL CHARACTERS AND THEIR ABILITIES.]
[YOU CAN ALSO COPY THEIR ABILITIES WITH INK. YOU SIMPLY HAVE TO REWRITE REALITY, MAKING IT SEEM AS THOUGHT YOU HAD ALWAYS HAD IT.]
Frey saw all this and felt a great pang of relief. He could get out of this situation.
"So Uhm, Great system thingy? Can you please get me out of this situation? I don't want to fight with this beast of a sister" Frey complained. That was what really mattered to him right now.
He wrote the book so he knew, Frey would get so beaten up by his sister that he would almost get crippled. After he survived and was healed, he ran away from home and that was how he met Seth.
He preferred to skip the beating part.
[REWRITING REALITY…]
Suddenly, everything began to move again, but rather everything moved backwards, as though he watched reality being rewound by itself and the only thing that was unaffected was him.
He watched as the scene rewound itself, past when he had been in the dungeon, past how he had gotten there in the first place.
Past when his sister had come to ask him to spar with her, he saw a familiar scene he remembered.
"Stop!" He shouted.
Everything reverted to normal.
Frey was now alone in his rooms.
[REALITY REWRITING SUCCESSFUL.]
[SUBSEQUENT REWRITINGS SHALL BE DONE BY THE AUTHOR HIMSELF.]
[YOU'VE EXHAUSTED YOUR INK.]
Time resumed. Frey turned and looked around. His body was still battered and bruised, but everything had changed. Just like he had witnessed it.
Yes! Damn that character, wish I could remove her existence from this book, he sighed.
Then lay down on his bed, his ankles ached and bled.
He needed a plan to survive in this world. And the first thing he needed to do was leave his house.