Ok, book 2! Wo0t I'm excited are you?
PROLOGUE: THE FLAMES DANCE AGAIN
It had been three days since the stranger had told the story, and he had said that the tale would continue tonight. The moon was not full, but it showed bright on the area. You go and take your original seat in front of the fire and lit the flames. Small embers rose first, and in a few minutes the fire rolled again. Just like before, the stranger, that you now know as the writer, appeared as if from nowhere.
"Do you wish to hear the second part of my tale now?" he asked in an inquisitive voice.
"Yes, of cource!" you reply.
"Good..." the writer said.
From the satchel he wore on him the writer pulled a stack of paper. On the top page in bold letters it read,
The Right Ending: In Death, There is Sacrifice
Thinking that the stranger would go on to read the pages, you are surprised when the Writer tosses it into the flames. You are about to shout questions of what the stranger was doing, but you are hushed when he speaks first.
"Do not worry, reader, for I know the story by heart."
As the flames licked their hot tongues at the pages, the writer begins the story.
"9 knows of what his purpose is, and he knows his goal. But how he will fufill that purpose, how he will achieve his goal, he does not know. He can see the light at the end of the tunnel, but first he must wander in the dark to find his path."
And so did the flames begin to dance again.
