Im sorry that this is so short. The main purpose was to create a prologue, after all. Expect more to come out in the future.


Entering into the Realm of Unknown Possibilities
By: Hashtagwhitetrash

PROLOGUE:
In which we find a strange meeting being held

1. Manipulation. The author has an immense power over the readers. Put in an emotional phrase or event and the reader may shed a tear or two. Add a couple happy memories or moments, and one may catch a glimpse of the reader smiling to him or herself. With this in mind, the author must have control over manipulation to create these feelings in the right way, or else the reader will in fact, have the shit bored out of them.

2. Intellect. The author must be well rounded in many a category in order to have his/her writing make sense and flow. If the author has no experience in the field he/she is writing in, then that person has literally NO business writing that in the first place.

3. Feelings. If the author cannot feel, then there is no passion, and the product will just be words on a paper, and will have a monotone feeling to it. Its gonna sound like a robot wrote that piece of shit.

It's like a recipe, strategically placed together, to create something that can be bitter, sweet, lovely, horrible, and satisfactory all at the same time. Isaac Matheson (one of our lovely protagonists) was well aware of this "recipe" and how it well it could influence people. How just one article with the rumor of world war could cause panic and chaos, and how a well-crafted lie could make the public over-look a horrible truth.

As he walked down the street, he took the time to notice on how foggy it was. It normally wasn't like this, but then again, he never really decided to walk the streets at night. He looked like a ghost, with his long, skinny build, and his pale sallow skin. The long ponytail at the end kept his black hair from covering his piercing blue eyes that swept across the environment. The streets were extremely foreboding, and he needed to meet with one of his sources, Artemis Fowl, asap. He glided down the asphalt to the apartment he was staying in. He was expecting his guest at promptly 10:30, and had forgotten that he had run out of his favorite tea.

When he opened the door, he found Artemis intently staring at his laptop screen.

"Ahem", Isaac interrupted, and set down his grocery bag.
Startled, Artemis quickly clicked out of what he was doing. "Just messaging my mother," he grumbled. His black hair contrasted nicely with his pale skin, and his three piece suit.

As Artemis got up to shake Isaac's hand, the latter took it warmly. "I assume you broke in, correct?

"Of course! How else do you think I get around. And you know Butler, correct?" He motioned to the burly bald suit clad man that was positioned behind him. "So, Mr. Matheson, what do you have for us?"

Isaac reached over to his bookshelf, that took up most of the living room, and pulled out a maroon book with a gold hand on the cover, with the number 4 inscribed upon it. "My co-author and I have finally finished the product, and the contents inside, which me and my colleagues have discovered, may prove either quite disturbing, or one of the most intriguing and exciting discoveries that humankind has come across.

"Well, then get to the point."

"Why don't I just show you?" Isaac suggested.

"That's even better." The young man sad coldly

There was a knock at the door.

"Ah, finally." Isaac stepped backwards, and opened it, letting a blonde young man waltz into the living room. Wearing an expensive black suit, he flopped onto the couch.

"Your late." Isaac said sternly.

"Well, IM sorry. Ya know im busy these days. Kids to torment, lives to ruin." The blonde looked at Artemis, and studied him with his one golden eye. The other was covered with an eye patch.

"Nice suit, kid." He smiled

"And who might you be?" Artemis seemed irritated.

"The name's Bill, kid. Bill Cypher."