Isn't reading simply marvelously dangerous? Dangerous, I say, because of what it can do. Skies above, it could drive you to blooming insanity! Now this story, a simple fanfiction floating about in the depths of this lovely website, with some 50 reviews, and bundles of favourites, makes not the smallest, bloodiest amounts of sense.
This story was not meant to have a clear plot in the first place. That's all, expect not a shining explanation of such a story. Originally it was just a test of the writer's queer invention. A test of her writing style, her ability to describe pain and magic, though she had quite failed this test, she had made a deeper story than intended.
Yet, this writer has failed to explain her intentions whatsoever. She even dared pass it off as a simple, 'Well, um, yes… Quite, you must decide the end!' with a polite laugh to cover for her own confusion. Honest is, someone has quite guessed.
This story is to have an Alice's Adventures in Wonderland feel to it. Given that I used two poems mentioned in the actual book, the Valpor Blade from The Looking Glass, and even used the same reasoning. If you can call that reasoning.
Though I cannot explain fully the story, not yet at any rate, I can explain various questions. Alright, alright, I admit it. I was leaving clues hoping you would figure it out. Then, again, I didn't really do so clearly. My apologies.
What was that creature at the end? What did it want?
It wanted nothing. It was a guardian over that globe in which Hermione broke. It came as a ghost form, seeking help as it is quite literally a chimera creation of three different creatures due to some frightful spell. Who is she? An eagle is a symbol of freedom, a spider of building (weaving webs) and a woman a mother. Basically it was a sort of symbol for England. England freed slavery long, long before America did, England built up many great writers among other things, and the nation also was "mother" to English. England is afraid of himself, you see, because I did tell you he was hungry for something. Knowledge! Where better to get knowledge than from other people?
France is dead?
Yes and no. Nations can't die, we know that. He's lost form for quite a while. He'll be fine, in case you were wondering.
That prophecy, what in blazes was that?
Prophecy England had heard from some seer. He knew of the Arrksha's presence, he assumed it will kill him and not France. If he dies, a painful process, he will not be allowed back to the Wizard world for years. Therefore he will miss it again. You know England well enough, I trust.
What happened to Hermione?
What a grand question I hope no one has. I explained it quite clearly in the last chapter.
What was the point of this story?
Why? Does it need a point to be printed clearly for you to read? Find it on your own. I can tell you what I think, bloody hell if that means anything to you. A story is what you make of it. I build the door, you choose to open it.
Are there any new stories coming any time soon?
Of course! I'm planning a sort of western-like story with America and Japan, if anyone is interested. A murder mystery is also on my radar, as well as a Science Fiction sounds delightful in my ears. Now, a survival story is something… Ah yes, how I would love to write that.
Any other questions you had? Don't ask something if you can figure it out, please.
