The End Has Not Yet Been Written ~ Prologue
DISCLAIMER: The Myst series is owned by Cyan Worlds. I do not own or claim to own any part of this series except for the CDs and downloads distributed to the public.
Bam! I was startled awake by the sound of something hitting the roof. Sitting up, I turned on the light that sat on the nightstand next to my bed. I hurriedly sat on the edge of the bed and put on my slippers. Getting up, I grabbed my robe and slipped it on as I walked to the kitchen. I flicked the light on and grabbed the flashlight I kept hanging on the side of the fridge. I cautiously walked outside, turning the flashlight on as I did. I walked out to the middle of the backyard and turned around, pointing the flashlight at the roof. I peered around on the roof for a moment. After only a minute, I noticed some square box-like thing on the roof. Curious, I went out to the storage shed and grabbed a ladder. I set it against the house and climbed up. Because it was dark out, I didn't dare try to get up onto the roof, so I stayed on the ladder as I tried to grab what I thought was a box. After minutes of trying, I finally latched my fingers on it and pulled. As I did so, though, the whatever it was' top came open and I lost my grip. It fell to the ground. I climbed down the ladder after a quick check to make sure no one was around. I knelt down to see what I had found. It was a book. A very old book, but it was still nice. I picked it up and went inside. I set the book on the kitchen table, put up the flashlight, and went back to bed.
I awoke to the light of the day shining in my face. It was my day off, but I still got up quickly and dressed. I put on my shoes as I went into the kitchen. There I saw it. It wasn't a dream as I thought. The book was as real as everything else. Curious about it even more than last night, I sat down and examined it. There was nothing on it except that strange texture, not even a title or a description. I opened the book, expecting to find the title there, but what I found was a beautiful sight. On the front page was a very lifelike looking picture of a series of dome buildings connected by bridges over a beautiful desert landscape. I didn't believe what I was seeing. I actually liked it. I flipped the page, but I only found strange symbols. I didn't know what they were for, and I didn't really care for them. I had to see that most beautiful picture again. Before I could turn back to it, the phone rang. I set the book back down and closed it. After a moment of consideration, I stood and walked to the phone. I then picked it up and answered it. "Hello?" I said into the receiver. "Oh, hi. … No, I'm not busy. I just kind of woke up. … I, um, found a strange book last night. It's got a beautiful picture inside. I think I'll come to your house today to show you. … Mhm, sure. … No, no it's not a problem. I'll bring that too. … Yeah, I know. Well, I better be off to make breakfast. See you later. … Yeah, alright. Bye." I hung up the phone and went back to the book. I opened to the very first page once again, and looked at the picture. I was in disbelief at what I was seeing once again, and I instinctively had to touch the picture to see if what I was seeing was real. As soon as I touched the page, though, I heard the strangest noise as my world began to go black.
Next Chapter: One ~ The City in the Desert
We rejoin the stranger as they wake up in a strange bed in a small city-like dwelling in a cleft situated in the desert. Drag marks just outside the cleft tell them how they got there, but if they were taken there then why is the place deserted?