Hey everyone! Long time no see, right?
Anyway, sorry for the short chapter again, I wasn't completely sure how to do this, to be completely honest with you.
Also, I did this to let you know that I'm NOT abandoning this story, it's just not at the top of my priorities at this current moment.
Please enjoy what I have to offer with this, and thank you for waiting.
Freedom Fighters: Reality
Chapter 2: Explanations
The commander analyzed the book to get an idea of what he could possibly expect inside.
It was maroon, possibly silk from the way it felt, an ocean blue spine and golden colored designs around the edges of the front and back (Final Fantasy style), and the title was in a metallic looking grey, with surprisingly sharp edges around the cursive letters.
It was when he started feeling the designs that he let out a gasp of surprise, the designs were in solid gold!
The commander didn't know what to think of the book, because even though the designs were elegant, there was nothing other than the title to hint at what might be inside.
At this point, he opened the book, prepared for anything. Except for what he found.
Hello, dear reader. If you have found this book, then that means that a time has come where the planet is once again divided. I had hoped that this book would not be necessary, that this day would never come. But it appears that I was wrong, that what we had established was not enough. I imagine that you are quite curious as to who would have the foresight to write this book and the power to put such a difficult spell on it? Well, you may call me whatever you wish, but I would prefer it if you would call me Sally, nothing more, nothing less. This book was to only appear at the time of great crisis, the final battle to be exact. I created it in case we should be needed once more, in the battle to determine who would control the peace. Prepare yourself, for if you have found this book and were not meant to, however unlikely that is, then the consequences you shall face will be unimaginable. Now open your mind, and turn the page.
And he did just that, only for his eyes to widen in shock. All of the pages were blank, some even looking like they had been ripped out.
Just as he was about to close the book, he fell over, eyes rolled into the back of his head, dropping the book to the floor, opened to the first page. He never noticing the small print forming.
Welcome to the time of the Freedom Fighters, Commander Alexander Kahn