Hello! I will pause in adding chapters in the Magic fanfic. Why? You'll know. It will be a huge surprise! This will be five stories paused when they all reach the 12th chapter. This will be a surprise as for why. I am planning to finish this five stories' 12 chapters each so that we will have the surprise before the end of this month. Stay tuned for irregular but daily update from my stories. This five stories will be Try to Understand, Until Then, Pieces of Shards, this story and Magic fanfics. So, stay tuned for daily updates of this. Enjoy and Review!
Onwards with the story! :)
Why are they so cruel? Don't they know what've they done? They hurt them. But wait, what is cruel? What is hurt? Why does it feel…something is bursting from the inside of a chest. Feel? What is it? Inside of a chest? Does he have that or is it something important to have? There are a lot of words that he doesn't know yet comes from his vision. All he sees are words after words, sentences and numerous of never ending paragraphs. More often than not, he also sees numbers after each words but maybe that's just his imagination. Another question of what entered his mind, if he does have that. What is an imagination? Does it function something like a vision does? He is not sure. He is not born to look into it anyway, why bother?
He couldn't see anything other than words, sentences, paragraphs, numbers and colors in the background of each of this. It is usually different from the other. Although, some of this have the same. In time, he learned that this is what they call colors. It has been a long time that he didn't know how long had passed. In the bottom part of his vision though he sees January 31 and 5:00 pm. He didn't know what this means so all he does is shrug it off. With nothing else to do, he stayed unmoving, or can he move? Movement? Is it the same as locomotion? All he did is see, nothing more and nothing less. He feels like he is a useless existence. Nothing to do but stare and observe. The words he forms now are mere words he sees. He is not sure whether they can form coherent sentences. Can he try to make is existence known? He can't move so does that mean he can't? He can see but he can't speak, so does that mean he have no mouth? Mouth? Is that something that helps you speak? But what is speak? A lot of questions without answers began forming. He didn't know how to answer each of this. Now, all he sees are a black screen and numbers and letters together. He didn't know the two can be together. After all, what he knows are numbers and letters from seemingly endless pool of paragraphs filled with sentences, which are filled with words. Afterwards, he felt everything spiraling out of control and finally he fell into a deep slumber, unknowing what had happened.
He thought that he had fallen into another long sleep, but when he realized that he had just frozen, he opened his eyes. Nothing to see at first with all the black that he sees but upon seeing a something black then doing something like a gesture that resulted to a darker shade of black before returning to a much more lighter black, he knew that he had eyes and it is the first time that he noticed he is staring onto someone but not really blinking. At once, finally, his vision is free of numbers, letters, words, sentences, paragraphs and seemingly infinite amount of letter with numbers and replaced to all that are something moving that he can't do all. A question forming in his mind.
