A/N: Here we go then, this is how I'm starting it. The chapters wont always be this short.
Far far away, something big was about to happen on an island off the coast of Actual Fiction.
It was a cold windy night, and the harsh ocean spray lashed the rocks of the small island. A man stumbled across those rocks, an unusual occurrence, as the island was completely uninhabited, and nothing stood on it but an old and disused lighthouse.
As you can probably guess, this was all about to change.
The old man raised a hand to his eyes, shielding them from the whipping rain as he looked up at the last big hill he had to climb before the lighthouse. He was about to make his way over it, when something to it's side caught his eye. The rocks were crumbling down from something.
He frowned and ambled forward. He thought it must be another clan of escaped cavemen – but rounding the corner, he didn't see a mob of unwashed savages, but a large gaping hole.
He knelt by it, and peered into the pitch black.
Suddenly, lightning struck somewhere on the island behind him, and he saw something glinting in the depths of the hole. Some gut feeling compelled the man, not usually greedy, to reach in for that gleam.
He withdrew his hand, and it was covered in a silvery gloop.
"Sweet Authors above…" He swore as it dripped from his hand to be washed away by the rain.
It was metallic, almost opaque, but glittering rainbow specks could be seen.
It was the rare and expensive substance … Inspiration.
Lightning flashed again, and the old man's eyes shone with awe. The island… it was the perfect place for it, it must be filled with the stuff!
"Yes! YES!" He cried to the sky.
He rushed off.
Notes were sent, spies were delivered… No, wait, switch those. Anyway, by dawn the next day, the governments of both Canon and Fanon were in the know, but Actual Fiction… was completely unaware.
At the exact same moment that the light of Inspiration glowed on the gleeful face of the old man, the Oracle of Dolphin awoke. (Yes, it's Dolphin, a miss-spelt ancient manuscript gave Fiction it's own wise-beyond-all-years prophet.) The Oracle opened it's cracked and dusty mouth and whispered to a girl sitting at it's feet. She took quick notes of it's words in a pink and purple Barbie Fun Time (T) notebook.
Code49: Changing the world. She wrote.
Two heroes, race to (sparkledust?)
Distant lands, will require (short, precious) object to achieve
Trials, terror, lipstick
Beware of purple spotted mushrooms
Change the history of Fiction forever.
The dusty Oracle's whisperings slowed, and the girl sat back and reviewed her notes.
She sighed. "Shit."
To be continued: What the hell is going on? To find out - read the next chapter!
Link to the map: pango22 . deviantart . com/gallery/#/d2getzf (Ive had to stick spaces in there coz it wont let me put a link, so just pretend they aren't there and that theres a www at the start of it)