"This is Yukaiva" I carefully stroke the rough Matte paper, it accepts the ink that is intertwined deeply with my clear pen. "This is my world, and it belongs to no one else, here I demand that everyone call me king, and my sister will be the princess. A magical world where every creature lives to serve me and the princess. I know that it sounds rather controlling but I fear that this is the only thing that I do have control over." With each stroke of my pen something within the translucent item begins to ignite but I am in complete control of the phosphorescent lurking within it. I know that I can shape it however I want gives a great bliss. If I can shape nothing else within my life within my destiny I can remain certain in the fact that I still have this. The pit in my stomach is filled and at last the butterflies are soothed as though someone sang them gently to sleep. A feeling I may never know again. It is time to begin Chapter One
"In Yukaiva there are five layers, which the residents specially refer to as spheres. Each sphere has a unique trait which almost mimics one of earth's biomes and they proceed in a descending order at such. It begins with The cloudsphere, as you could guess its whole deal does abide closely to its name. It resides within the clous and it's residents live on these clouds. One might think how could this be possible? After all clouds are just water vapor. No, here they are just as they look soft as pillows with almost a strange kind of crispness and sweet taste to them. Their houses resemble thatched cottages and everything they own can be eaten, with a similar crisp and sweet taste to them. I imagine it would be like biting into a pear, actually I'm not terribly fond of pears so instead maybe a persimmon. The people here spend all day fishing for the golden fish which reside in their streams of thin storm clouds and all night stargazing believing that maybe one day they would become one with the stars. Actually because I am the king and I so, they can become part of the stars if they solve my riddle, but I am the greatest riddler in all the land so they have yet to."
Yes chapter one it off to an amazing start. "Hey Amarija, want to go pick some persimmons, the overseer is taking a nap so we have a few moments to sneak away before he notices anything." My sister has a tendency to pop up out of nowhere and scare every single ounce of life that I have out of me.
"Rosa I've already told you to stop doing that, you are going to kill me some day."
"Amarija, is that your book you're working on right now?" Rosa points at the page where the ink has yet to dry. I suppose nothing is really set in stone until the ink is dry, then it is forever, and permanent.
"Yes, but you said something about Persimmons, right."
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"Chapter Two"
"In the next layer we have the desertsphere, no one like to be in the desertshpere, we barely talk about it because of that. Even though my world is perfect so bad things should never happen unless I say they do realistically there will always be people who do bad thing, like the overseer of the orphanage. Disgusting no good men like him deserve to be left behind in an abandoned wasteland with nothing to accompany them but all the junk that no one wants. It is only fair it is only justice, that men like him should be punished for all the horrible things they've done to me. It is in this world that you will become a lost thing, forgotten and the only thing that you can remember is all the horrible things you have done. You slowly rot while there is no friends and not even mice to save you"
"Amarija, are you alright? You look like you are about to cry." My sister has an even worse habit of ruining my little moments. My little moments are very important and need to be spent in private. However I can forgive her because we are in an open field of persimmon trees and not private room.
"No, I wasn't." I glance at her persimmons. "No Rosa, those are the wrong persimmons those ones will give you cotton tongue, you need these persimmons, these are the crisp sweet ones." I show her my basket.
Suddenly a noise echoes out into the distant a very angry one. "I'd say that the overseer woke up from his nap"
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They say that it is best to write when you are upset but when you are scared, it's very hard, but I will try my best so that someone will sing the butterflies in my stomach to sleep again.
"Chapter Three and Four"
" The next two levels are the, the, the grassphere and the aquatisphere. The grassphere is terribly plain, there is not very much going on for it. It is a plain plane of pure greeen grass and there are a lot of beautiful libraries there. The people there love libraries more than they do people and their thirst for knowledge can never be satisfied, That is why they keep reading under the protection of the great ancient wolves, the need protection because they do not get very string when they sit around and read all day and they do not want to be eaten. The aquatisphere is my favorite and where everyone visiting should begin their story the people there are very kind. They are part fish and can breathe underwater as you could guess this sphere is surrounded entirely by water. They spend all day swimming and as a result they are very very very strong. So they can protect themselves, and they will protect me from anyone who wants to hurt the king, because I am the king and if I say so that it what it is. However above myself I want them to protect the princess who lives in a grand parasol." I don't have much more time to write anything else, I tried so desperately to forget but as here the footsteps nearing my bedroom door I can not forget, it is terrifying and with everything that I am my hands begin to tremble. Everything I write turns to squiggly line as the door knob twist and the door creaks open.
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"The coresphere the final sphere is where the dragon lays, defeat him and you will banish him to the desertsphere and the King will be freed from his prison." The girl stands there holding the blood covered book that once belonged to her brother. The final message written in blood.
128Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNy6G4SJDJf
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