Epilogue
"Hey John I was just wondering", Scott said as he entered his brother's room. "Where are you?"
His brother wasn't there. Scott shrugged and walked a bit further into the room. Everything was clean and neat and well organized, just like his brother. The room didn't have as much stuff as the others or maybe it just did but was better stored. The bookcase was littered with books, everyone in alphabetic order, sorted by author. Scott walked over and looked the books over. Some of the books had titles he couldn't even pronounce.
"Well I'm not the linguistics geek…" He mumbled and his eyes stopped at the book he'd come to borrow. It was "the War of Rokea". He took the book out and watched the name of the author.
"Glenn Jefferson", he mused as he walked back to his room. "I wonder what more he's been written."
He sat down before his computer and started to search for the author's name. He found a lot of pages where people discussed the book or role plays and some information but every time he found info he got the same answer.
"This is odd", he mumbled and reached out for his watch and contacted his brothers.
Soon they were all there, even Alan was there over com-link.
"Well Scottie boy", Gordon grinned.
"I tried to find info on that author who wrote about Rokea", Scott said and three of his four brothers rolled their eyes.
"You are obsessing over that guy bro", Alan said.
"Well he fascinates me…"
"How", Virgil asked.
"The names and the appearance of the princes and the way they are acting… it reminds me of us."
"As I told you it does to me", John said with a shrug he hadn't rolled his eyes, he was amused over his brother being so eager.
"Yes but it is too accurate."
His brothers looked at each other.
"Yeah it's a bit spooky", Alan agreed.
"What if we find another book the guy's written", Virgil suggested. "Then we can see how he describes his heroes."
"That's what I did", Scott said. "I couldn't find anything."
John chuckled. "You could have asked me."
"Why", Gordon said.
"Gordy Gordy Gordy", John said and shook his head. "You know me, if I like an author I try to get every book the author has written."
"Oh… yeah I forgot that."
"But what did you find", Alan asked Scott.
"That the author Glenn Jefferson doesn't exist", Scott answered.
"Pardon", Virgil said.
"Huh", Gordon said.
John cocked his head to the side.
"What does that mean", Alan asked.
"That means", Scott beamed. "That Glenn Jefferson is a pseudonym for something else!"
His brothers looked at each other.
"But who's", Gordon asked.
Scott grinned and pointed three brothers followed his finger and stared at the person.
"Me", Virgil exclaimed. "That's ridiculous!"
"You're the best artist", Scott said. "You're best at describing people."
"But John is the writer!"
"Of nonfictional books", Alan said.
"And the guy speaks with a Scottish accent", Scott pointed out. "I listened to an interview… You are good at that."
"Bu-but-but I'm not!"
Then there came and odd muffled sound from John. His brothers looked at him and saw that his face was red as if he was holding his breath.
"John", Scott asked and his brother broke down laughing. "Will you stop that?"
John just laughed.
"John Glenn Tracy!"
That set John off in hysterics. Virgil blinked and then started laughing too. They kept it up for a good five minutes.
"Will someone tell us what's so damn funny", Gordon snapped.
"Scott", Virgil said and wiped away a tear that had escaped his eyes when he laughed. "What's the name of the author again?"
"Glenn Jefferson", Scott growled.
"D-did you know that", John got out between fits of giggles. "That J-Jefferson c-could mean J-Jeff's s-son?"
"So", Gordon said.
Alan blinked and then started to chuckle.
"Of course", he said. "It's obvious isn't it?"
"No", Scott and Gordon said.
"Guys", Alan said. "Glenn Jeff's son… sound like someone we know?"
Scott and Gordon twirled around at John who waved at them.
"Hello mah nam is Glenn Jefferson", he said with a Scottish accent. Virgil and Alan laughed and John left the room thinking:
"I was wrong then…"
THE END