Chapter 1. Another Gloomy Day In The Library
Another day had passed. The clock struck twelve. The life in the editorial office of the Book of Everafter was getting back to normal.
The Editor was tired. He had to rewrite nearly five dozens of fairy tales after the Grimm family, the Magic Mirror, and Pinocchio had caused chaos in his Book. The Revisers had erased about a million tons of matter, and they'd got cavities.
Fortunately, six hours ago the invaders finally went away to the real world, allowing the Editor to have a little rest.
He was now sitting near the fireplace and reading one of his books. Or at least trying to read. He wanted to get away from the events of the past two days. He tried to forget the Character Liberation Army, Prince Atticus being released from the margins, and those annoying Grimms.
"Though Trixie Grimm did create me," he thought, "she left a line of immature and irresponsible descendants. Not only the Grimms messed up fairy tales, persuading me to help them – they weren't too polite while talking to me! Henry Grimm attempted to strangle me, and his daughters brought the rebels to my library. I'm glad they rescued that kid and left the Book. It's nice and peaceful here once again".
He listened to the Revisers complaining about their toothaches and to the crackling fireplace. Another day in the Book of Everafter started.
24 hours later
The Editor's POV
This day was a bit more boring than others. In fact, it was very boring! The Revisers don't do anything useful: they are wandering outside the margins and munching on landscape. My library seems very empty. I suppose that, after I have seen real-living persons, I feel lonesome accompanied by virtual characters and little pink beasts (they are not beautiful after all).
Why am I stuck in here? The life outside is amazingly interesting, as I heard from the Grimms, and I am just sitting in my chair, rereading the books by the billionth time and doing nothing. I don't fight the Scarlet Hand (I think it is an evil organization; their Master brought all these invaders to my Book)!
…What's wrong? Have I ever, ever complained about the boredom of my existence?
It is boring, as it always has been.
Later
I've totally forgotten that tomorrow is my jubilee. Sixty years ago Trixie Grimm and the Three fairies (Glinda, Morgan and Pfefferkuchenhaus) created me, along with the library and the Revisers. The only thing they didn't care about was an eventful life for me. That's why I feel little thankfulness to them.
I wonder if anyone remembers my birthday…