After that overwhelming debacle, Lisa takes her brother Lincoln to her room where she lets him sit at a beanbag (meant for Lily) and hands him a helpful refreshment.
"I think this would soothe your senses," Lisa says.
"Thanks." Lincoln then immediately drinks the surprisingly hot refreshment which he immediately spits out. "Is this black coffee?"
"Why you address?" she replies, "Is there any caffeine-induced diagnosis that I may have not foreseen?"
"No," Lincoln answers, "It's more why you handed me black coffee?"
"It's high caffeine content may be bitter for taste buds but it is a good beverage for those creative juices to secrete fast."
"For the last time, my creative juices are fine."
"Oh really? Then why aren't they responding exponentially?"
"Well, I am distracted. That's all."
"You and your blabber mouth, still being liberally opinionated of my methods. For a bipedal being with an passionate empathetic attitude, you sure complain this much. Shouldn't you feel grateful I offered you reliable help?"
Realizing his sister's sincere willingness to assist him, and also remembering that he apologized a while ago, Lincoln takes a deep breath of reflection to be grateful to his younger sister. "Sorry about that."
"Good. Look Lincoln, if you need to succeed in this task, you need to face the most difficult task: start from scratch."
"From scratch?! Why would I repeat my homework again?"
"Lincoln, your work is derivative and unpleasant. Apologies for the harsh statement. But Lincoln, this is not yet the 'Lincoln' that I see being at awe and inspiration on every comic book page. This is being the unfortunate fame-seeking individual who sought to use other stories as his own. That is downright Hollywood manufacturing. But you do get the point. It's for your best, brother."
That statement alone hits the hardest for Lincoln of how much he was not able to take advantage of his love for comic books for his creative writing. Though, for reason's sake, Lincoln still reads titles like "Muscle Fish Takes Manhattan with a Harpoon" and "Ace Savvy in the 'Case of the Missing Statue'"; so, the time for him to discern maturer comics. But even then, he could have been inspired and expanded his imagination into creative juices. At that realization, Lincoln sighs, implying that he gives up.
"You're right Lisa," Lincoln utters. Despite being proud of his work, he then realizes it to be a product of countless pop culture references. Because of that, he takes out his homework and crumples it to be thrown at the trash bin. Lincoln finally resolves to Lisa's assistance.
"Splendid Lincoln," Lisa replies, "Let's go back to the start. Now, I am unsure if this is a legitimate technique for creative writing, but I witnessed this from my business management student who is more of a germophobe. But I digress. Close your eyes."
At that instruction, Lincoln shuts his eyes. All he can see is pitch black darkness.
"Good. Now, according to her, recall the moments in life where you felt glorified, fulfilled and inspired to be the Lincoln you wanted to be."
Lincoln just gives in to Lisa's instructions, motivated by his hunger for creative stories.
"I think I'm feeling something," Lincoln implies while his eyes are still closed.
"Keep on going," Lisa instructs him, "Just keep the cognition running. Let your neurons be active. She even says 'to not stop if nothing yet still pops out of your mind'."
"Is that necessary?"
"Lincoln, do you want your creative juices?"
"Alright, alright. Creative juices."
Lincoln then thinks deeply and incessantly. He just keeps with flow of his imagination, running to every neuron on his mind. Each second, he tries to clear out the clutter in his mind to give space for exponential thinking. After minutes of enduring on clearing his mind, ironically speaking, Lincoln finally sparks his imagination.
On a vast, dark space, where no living creature roams, only a cluster of lights floats around and scatters throughout the void space. For Lincoln, it seems to resemble like a group of stars or a fast-spaced celestial cloud. But it starts to flutter in uncontrollable motion like a horde of sprites. When it speeds and it speeds, it suddenly bursts, sending the lights to scatter around. Now, they look like stars forming stars to form more stars. And out of those starts comes more heavenly bodies like nebulas, galaxies, clouds and other planetary systems. Out of the surfaces of those astronomical beings sprout out lifeforms and organisms that breathe in and breathe out. Their extraterrestrial spirits walks on those terrestrial surfaces. From their, intelligent lifeforms create their civilizations that flourish throughout the galaxy. But even with their intelligence that cultivate other aspects like philosophy, science, art, politics and leisure, their differences lead them to the survival of the fittest. How striking it is for these beings to scatter around the galaxy, reaching unreachable distances that man has yet to reach. But from those intelligence that modern men can only imagine, no intelligence matches to the civilization known as mankind. Mankind, the protector and the caretaker of the other lifeforms in a planetary body known to man as "Terra" or "Earth". And from that breathable realm, one man can only look upon the vast night sky and witness the heavenly bodies of the galaxy fall upon his eyes.
With that mind-blowing vision, Lincoln suddenly opens his eyes, finally sensing the stimulation of inspiration to write. "Lisa, I think I'm getting something in my mind! I've got it!"
However, even with his loud enthusiasm, Lincoln sees Lisa sleeping uprightly from watching Ancient Aliens to her projector, showing another interview with Giorgio A. Tsoukalos. He then retrieves a pillow and lays it on his lap for Lisa to lay her head on. As he does exactly that, Lisa turns her head naturally and tugs to Lincoln's chest, feeling a sense of comfort from him. Lincoln takes delight on this as he switches the projector of. Though, trying to capture the mood needed for his writing, he mutes the speakers and gets pencil and paper.
Various images pop out his head from his deeper internalization, majority of which are celestial manifestations. Lincoln tries to piece them altogether. But even still, he still finds himself confronting a brick wall of emotion.
However, he glances upon young and innocent Lisa taking a snooze like a normal 4-year-old. He never thought that his highly intellectual sister would actually be the one to save him. It is at that moment that Lincoln finds his inspiration for his writing. Thus, he writes this story and presents it to his class:
"There was a space warrior named Roman. He is confident, suave and eager to battle his battles. He is the savior of the galaxy.
That title led him to be summoned to save the planet Jhonen from a dark celestial being known as the 'Black Wrath Ether'. Of course, he said 'yes' to defeat the lifelike space cloud.
But his long-trusted guide Lyssa pleads him to consult the Book of All Mighty to give him the strength that he needs to conquer Black Wrath Ether.
But being the boastful warrior he is, Roman declines, leaving Lyssa behind.
As the mighty warrior treks to the corners of the galaxy, he finally gets a glimpse of the celestial monster, gobbling a planet with its astronomical teeth.
But lo and behold, the Ether sends out nine of his loyal minions who love destruction with devotion: Irol the Rage-Filled, the scatter-batter In'El, the Moon Goddess, Nau Laufé et M'Jux, the Athleta Nilla, Countess Umbra Lucia, the Constellation Gemini and Lily of the Andromeda Valley. With their personal powers in their hands, they can outmatch Roman.
However, the mighty warrior remains constant to fight his adversaries. But it was not enough to defeat them. Their combined forces knock him easily down. Even with a huge fist and a steady courage, Roman becomes defeated.
Fortunately, his ever-loyal Lyssa rescues him from the rubble and heeds from his wounds. He gets up and tries to show his strength, but his wounds bring him down. But even at his stubbornness, Lyssa keeps at being patient to him. She then walks him to her bed, where she heeds his wounds to fight back. And losing consciousness, Roman enters to a dream.
A dream he never ever sees in his life. A dream he never thinks of receiving and glancing upon. And a dream he never expects to change his life. There, he finds himself as a dwarf among the colossal presence of his tall adversaries.
At their sight, he tries to run away, but they grab him by his back and kick him around like a hopscotch. But as he falls hard-pressed to the ground, he sees the vision of his helper Lyssa holding firm of the Book of All Mighty. She shows it to him, assuring that it was her source of strength that Roman can gain from.
Just as his giants are about to pounce on him, he trusts on his sister and takes the book that regains his strength at one big flash. There he knew where he can find his strength.
As Roman wakes up, he realizes the Book itself on his hand. He realizes that Lyssa placed it on his hand, reflecting of how much faith she gained from the strength of the book.
With his strength regained, Roman readies for battle. But he sees Lyssa at fear and cowering behind the curtains. When she helped him regain his strength, the mighty warrior makes it clear that he has to help her regain her courage. And both, side by side, and in faith with the powers of the Book of All Mighty, they conquer the Black Wrath Ether and his minions, even when that battles last for so long.
Yes, there are ups and downs in this continuous galactic battle. But Roman knew he can always count on Lyssa and the Book of the All Mighty. There, he is mighty to fight. The End."
Apologies to my viewers that this story took so long. I also planned to do an April Fools-themed story (which was also my birthday). But I had a lot of personal crises at work, in my family and in my personal life to take care of. It has been hard times for me. But I still keep fighting that got me inspired to write this part of the story. I hope you all discerned it.
In addition, I am afraid I have news for you. For those who need to know, please do message and I can announce it personally. Thank you again!