A/N: hello and welcome to my attempt at writing :) I just want to say that I'm both new to writing AND writing in English. Since English isn't my first language, you should probably be prepared for some errors and simple language… Heh… anyways.. I'm new to it and stuff so critique is VERY MUCH apprecitated. It doesn't matter if you think this whole chapter is just a bunch of shit: just tell me WHY you think that, I won't be offended :) ((just don't be plain rude, nobody learns anything from that and you will just be ignored. So yeah, waste of time ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ )) another thing I just want to mention is that I have a hard time figuring out how to make normal line breaks on here, so I apologize for the wierd line breaks meh : I hope you find this at least a little interesting and I wish you a nice read :) (you can totally say that m'kay? ;)

Boredom.

(Prologue-ish thing)

Lukas Bondevik was a writer. A very bored writer.

He had placed himself in front of his laptop once again. No words on his screen. Once again. Do not get it wrong. Lukas was a rather famous writer, having had several of his so called fantasy books on various best seller lists.

Five books. He had published fivebooks. It's to be said that four of them was from the same series, his latest published work being the final book of the tetralogy when he was 25. How long had it been again?

Oh yeah. Seven years.

He had not gotten any further with his crumbling – or rather, crumbled – career for seven whole years. And here he was. Bored. When you picture a fantasy writer, you usually see a person with this great, creative, imagination that never seems to have any boundaries. That was certainly not Lukas. Or, actually that was Lukas. Back in his early twenties.

Now he was here, admiring the newly born, fresh, green leaves of the beech tree outside of his apartment window, but even admiring things seemed to have gotten boring. Were you even admiring something if you found it boring? Oh Well, who cares.

He decided to give up on trying to write anything for the day, thinking of what to do next. The very classic looking clock on his wall said three in the evening, and lunch had yet to be eaten. Perhaps Tino would not mind grabbing a bagel with him at the local shop. Of course he would not. Tino's interest in getting Lukas to actually do something was a bit too big, for Lukas' taste at least.

Nevertheless, here he stood, his slight tallness making it easy to spot his friend. And there Tino stood, his happy 170 cm. shining through the small crowd of the shop. Tino and Lukas had known each other for what must have been around 14 years now, and for some reason Tino still bothered to hang out with Lukas. Okay, perhaps the young writer over exaggerated his 'depression with life' just a little bit, but seriously. Unlike Lukas, Tino always seemed to have an endless list of plans and friends he needed to see, not to talk about the fact that he had a two-year-old son. Would the little Finnish man known as Tino Vainamoinen ever just stay at home and do nothing for an entire day? Probably not.

The shop was relatively small, the white, tiled walls and the slight coolness making you feel a bit like you just walked into a giant refrigerator. How it still managed to be so cozy was beyond Lukas.

"Hey Lukas, how's it going?" the question was used more like a greeting, so the blond Finnish man continued without waiting for an answer. He probably knew the answer either way. I feel like someone took all the colors and replaced it with the same, boring grey.

"'I'm glad you called. You see, I would have contacted you anyways since I was wondering if you'd like to come to this lesser party Bernadette's company is hosting. There's probably gonna come some interesting new people for you to meet! It's this Saturday."

Bernadette was Tinos wife: a Swedish woman, who very much lived up to the stereotype when it came to looks. Blonde, blue eyed, and actually quite the bit taller than Tino, so it had looked rather funny when he carried her bridal style, at their small wedding one year ago. Thinking of that day made the corners of Lukas' mouth go upwards. Only a little bit though.

But who was he to talk about stereotypes anyways, standing here being blonde, blue eyed and Norwegian himself. His hair and eyes held onto some different shades than his Swedish friend's though.

And for the: "There's probably gonna come some interesting new people for you to meet" –part, this was just another attempt of trying to get Lukas to at least try to find "the one". Lukas didn't believe in the so called "one" if he had to be honest. If there was only one person in this world, you were supposed to be with, then what were the odds you would ever meet them?

''I'll think about it. Give an answer later'', said the writer, as they proceeded to stand in line. His friend seemed to be satisfied with the answer and didn't push the matter any further.

A bagel, coffee and some nice small talk later, Lukas found himself back at his apartment, not knowing what to do next. He had not talked to his kid brother for a while. Said younger brother lived in another city nearby, and had recently found his answer to ''the one''. Well, Lukas felt just a little bit neglected. He liked to tell himself that he was perfectly fine on his own, being a naturally quiet and calm person, and he did indeed like alone time; just not this much. Perhaps it would be less boring if he went out more. Oh well, he always had tomorrow.

16:34 – Hello Emil. Is my dearest brother doing well lately?
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16:40 – Hello older relative. Yes I am indeed doing quite well lately. Leon and I are looking for a place for both of us these days, so yeah. If you know anywhere available please do tell.

16:41 – Nice to know that you're doing well. Unfortunately no, I don't know any available places, but I'll keep an eye out for you. You and Leon are getting serious huh?
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16:42 – We are. Thanks for keeping an eye out for us, gotta go now. See you brother dear.
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Lukas sighed, looking down at the messages. He used to tease his brother more and use at least a little smileys. That had become rarer for the past years. It was not like he was kidding the slightest, when he called Emil his 'dearest brother' though. Emil was very dear to him. Very.

He then proceeded to spent quite a while, just browsing the internet. He caught himself just staring at some random webpage at one point, completely spaced out. Well this isn't sad at all.
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A sudden buzzing sound startled him a bit. His phone. At this point it could only be Bernadette, Tino, Emil, one of his parents, some consumer survey or Vlad. He did have more personal connections than that, but, none of them had been maintained for the past few years.

His mother called. She greeted him in Norwegian. It was nice to hear his native language again, having to talk English all the time these days. They talked for a little while, and he found out that what she wanted, was the basic call about how you are doing and stuff. What he liked about his mother was, that he knew she didn't do it because she had to as his parent; she was a really kind and caring woman. He missed being in her care. Was it possible to get those years back? No. It was not.

She mentioned Tino somewhere along the small talk, and, oh yeah that's right, he had to give an answer to that party invitation. The call lasted for about 15 minutes.

After hanging up, Lukas thought about his smaller friend's invitation, and he guessed it wouldn't hurt to go. It was hosted this Saturday as far as he could recall. Not like it mattered though. He did not have any plans.

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That Saturday he was met by a smiling Tino, in front of a big modern, square formed building, with more large windows than necessary. ''I'm so glad you decided to come!'', greeted his Finnish friend. Said friend wore a light, plain button up that matched his own navy one, and a pair of dark jeans.

Inside the building he was met by a lot of different people, all wearing outfits somewhere in between formal and casual. Most of them looked very business minded. Bernadette came over to him and they started talking. The two of them got along well, both of them being to the calm and quiet side. Though a difference between the twos demeanor was that, where Lukas was usually seen as someone cool and smooth, Bernadette could often give a somewhat awkward impression, since she was almost taller than Lukas and her 'resting face' looked somewhat like she was frowning. She was a really nice and gentle person nonetheless.

The party went pretty casual, the Norwegian doing nothing whatsoever to interact with any new people. That was until a relatively short woman with long brown hair approached him. Apparently her name was Elizabeta. She was a sweet woman about his age, she was one of Bernadette's coworkers, she had moved to the U.K only one month ago, and she was very easy to talk to. That was what Lukas learned by the surprisingly long conversation he had with her, and the reason for the use of 'surprisingly' was simply that Lukas wasn't very talkative these days.

By the end of the day Lukas found himself accepting the friend request, send to him by a sudden Elizabeta Héderváry on Facebook. Now? Well, now it would be time for some sleep, to then wake up for tomorrow's usual morning. Oh life.

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Tweeting birds? Sunlight, why do you always have to ruin my dreams.

Sunday had begun.
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The uninspired writer got out of bed, and then proceeded to make himself some coffee. He felt like some, plain, black liquid would do for the day. Only fifteen minutes later he found himself on his couch with a piece of toast, black coffee and laptop in front of him. He started off just browsing a bit, and he could already feel how this day was going to be like all the others.

That was until he found that he was wrong.
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He was already in the middle of texting his brother, so his phone didn't even get to say a sound before he had answered it. The thing was just; it was not Tino, Bernadette, Vlad, one of his parents, his brother or some consumer survey who called. It was someone from a film company.

Twenty minutes later, Lukas found himself with the information that someone wanted to make one of his books an animated movie. All he needed to do was sign some things, and have his characters drawn.

The next days passed fast. He met some of the people from the film team, and he was told that he would be given an animator to picture his characters.
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One week later said animator arrived at his doormat.

''Hi. It's nice to meet you! I'm Mathias.''
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So yup. That was the Prologue/ first chapter. I would really like to know if you think I should make future chapters ((if you even think I should make more chapters)) longer, shorter or if this is a fine length. I kinda tried to keep it somewhere in the middle of long and short as much as possible :) thank you for reading! :^)

ALSO, I have next no knowledge about the whole process of turning a book into an animated film, so the thing with Lukas getting an animator/illustrator sent was because that would fit the story well. I did try to look the process up, but found nothing whatsoever:/ if you know anything about it, feel very free to tell and I can change the story if needed. :)