Hey guys, just a little something that came to me this morning (Oh how inspirational a simple shower can be XD) and I thought I'd write it up and post it as soon as possible. I quite like the idea and I hope you do too.
Man, I am on fire today! First and update on Quondum Iterum and then Infragilis Vinculum and now this! It's just an Alex Rider kind of day for me XD Oh and this isn't related to my story Quondum Iterum in any way, by the way-just thought I'd let you know that =] Anyway, Enjoy!
22 year old Alex Rider stepped into the empty room and took a deep breath of air. This was it. Ian Rider's old office.
Eight years later Alex had finally gained the courage to take up the place MI6 had offered him years ago. They'd emptied it of Ian's things ages ago, and now it was nothing but an empty white room. Alex looked around it once again and saw it just the same as he'd seen it the last hundred times he'd looked…except for one thing. An object in the corner of the room caught Alex's attention. He turned towards it and found it to be a large cardboard box.
He frowned at the box and began to walk towards it. What on earth was a cardboard box that looked like it was stuffed to the brim doing in the corner of his office?
Upon approaching the box he saw a note attached to it with a bit of gaffa tape. He snatched the note off the box and began to read it:
He said to give it to you when it was time. We think it's about time.
-Ms. Jones
Alex furrowed his brows at the note. Well that made just about as much sense as the box itself. He sighed and sat down on the floor in front of the box. He opened it up and picked up the first piece of paper on top of the mound. His eyes began to skim the writing on the paper, but froze as he suddenly recognized the neat script to be none other than that of his own uncle. His eyes went back to the top of the paper and this time, began to read it carefully.
Dear Alex
Inside this box is a few things I've left behind for you. Things I would have loved to show you whilst I was still around to do so but unfortunately your unawareness of MI6 would have made that rather difficult. So since you're reading this I'm assuming you no longer have to worry about that and are free to explore this ocean of memories I've left you. This is simply an introductory letter, but underneath this are a few other prized possessions of mine, a load of pictures, little things, a few posthumous letters from your parents, as well as two I've written of my own. So go on and dig in and explore what you couldn't for all these years.
Your Uncle
Ian James Rider
Alex took a deep breath, a sense of both anxiety and nervousness rooting inside of him. He looked at the box again. Things Ian had left him. Just the thought that Ian had once touched the very letter in his hand and the box itself gave Alex an odd feeling inside. He shook it off and picked up the next paper off the pile and began to read…
Alright, that's it for the prologue, but the next one will be Ian's posthumous letter to Alex. I've already got it written up, I just need to know if you guys want to see it or not. So as soon as I get some kind of positive feedback I'll get the next one up =]
So please, Review!!
