Bottles. So many bottles. And the notes. So many notes. Why wouldn't they stop? All the tokens from an unknown group were sitting in front of Alvar Vacker.
"We've seen how you suffer," said one note.
"Join us to make a better world." This was a projection from a bottle.
"If you join us, it will all be over." What will be over?
The notes?
The humiliation?
The world?
Alvar picked up the one that haunted him the most:
"We can fix you."
Four simple words made a whole lot of impact on Alvar's breathing. They-whoever they were-could fix his life. His life.
It was upside down, flipped inside out; askew. They could fix the way his family treated him. No longer would he be overlooked by people, craning to see his little brother.
His brother. The star of the family. The 'Golden Boy'. Golden indeed….
Alvar fingered a bottle that was filled with a silver light. Silver had always been his favourite colour. It was not so plain to be gray, yet it was not flashy, loud and bright, like gold. It was more priceless than gold, to him.
When he picked up the bottle, the light passing through the crystal walls illuminated the inside of the bottle. A projection appeared on his desk, where he was keeping all of the notes. It read: "No longer linger on the wrong side."
The last of the bottles in the row was gold. Alvar thought this strangely appropriate for the note. When the gold bottle was lit up, the projection said something like: "You are different."
Yes. He was. He always had been. As an eight year old boy, he though about right and wrong a lot.
Is it right to be in power? Yes.
Is it right to be cruel? When cruelness is needed, yes.
Is it right to control people? People who need to be controlled….
Is it right to lie? No.
Yet that was exactly what the Council was doing: They were lying to themselves, and they were lying to the whole elven race. Alvar couldn't understand it.
With his father as an Emissary, Alvar knew a lot about what the Council stood for, or tried to do.
It was all wrong. They said they would uphold the world, but so many things were wrong.
The different levels of class.
The discrimination of different races.
The imprisonment of innocent creatures at the Sanctuary.
The Nobility.
In his frustration, Alvar swept his hand over his desk knocking down the notes and bottles. Notes and bottles.
If joining this unknown group could make him a better life, it would be all worth it.
Every.
Single.
Bit.
This is only an idea. So please please please tell me in the review section if you think it is a good one, or not, or if you want to hear more of it. It's just basically from how he joined the Neverseen, to how Jolie died, and other parts too. And a big thank you to Strikestar for giving me this idea!