Prologue- Summoned

This sucks. Staring at the blank document, I am forced to accept that, once again, I’ve failed to actually write something. Once again, I have successfully only done myself one favor, and that’s wasting my time in a way that at least feels like there was an attempt at being productive as opposed to something that wasn’t productive at all. Yeah, no, I can’t even give myself that. This just feels awful. Is it seriously that hard to actually write something? Where’s the passion for creation?! Don’t I just love the craft of wordsmithing? If so why’s it so hard to put words down?! Am I ill? Am I stupid?? Yes, I am very stupid. With that decided, I close my laptop, and decide to go to bed for however long I have left before I have to be up for class.

Crawling into my bed, I find myself snuggling under my thin blanket and wishing, oh, wishing so much so for one thing. Something interesting to write about. Anything interesting at all. Oh give me passion my sweet lord! As my eyes start to close, it hits. A single thought, one that overpowers all my unsureness and forces me to scramble out of bed. Yes, I can use this, I can make something with this-

I unfortunately trip over myself and slam into the floor face first, my neck cracking painfully before there’s only pure blackness. I expect all my thoughts to fade then and there, but, to my surprise, that doesn’t happen. Instead, I keep on thinking, and I really wish I couldn’t, cause the only thing that fills my mind after the pain subsides is absolute misery at having not created my magnum opus that my idea was sure to be. If only I’d been more careful, I could have created my masterpiece and not died in the depths of absolute misery. No no no no no! I want to hold my head but I unfortunately can’t do much of anything. I am a bit curious how long I’m gonna be like this…my question is answered as a light fills my gaze, and I feel the sensation of falling on my behind.

“Owww…” I manage to get that out before I even realize I can speak again and feel again and just flat out exist. The light blinding my gaze starts to fade, and I find what fills my sight instead is much more remarkable. A grand throne room, made up of cool gray stone, red carpet, and sitting on a luxurious throne, a woman in a red dress. Her soft features make her a looker, and the roundness of her chest is exemplified by how tightly her dress clings to them. I find myself examining her curvaceous form to her…well I can’t really tell how she feels. She’s smiling, but she definitely doesn’t exude the energy of someone all too pleased. Regardless, the show must go on right? I feel you princess, or, I assume princess, sometimes you gotta pull the same song and dance regardless of if you can even take it. Well, that’s whatever, no one hired me to complain.

“Your thoughts are quite besides the point my dear summoned one.” Her eyelid twitches. Oh my, it would seem I was quite correct, she is definitely not someone who’s all too pleased with me. Haha, yikes, pretty and scary. “Flattery will get you nowhere.” Oi, who gave you the right to read me so clearly? If you couldn’t tell I’m still quite a bit befuddled by the fact I’m not writhing around in nonexistence right now, and matter of fact, how exactly are you reading my mind anyway? You some kinda prodigy face reader or something? “Nothing of the sort…” She sighs before placing her chin in her hand, letting her beautiful orange locks hang to her left. Pretty woman pretty woman pretty woman- “Alright, that’s enough of that!” She claps her hands together.

“Welcome, summoned one.” She declares. I casually raise a hand. “I’m sure you’re much confused about the predicament you find yourself in.” Uhm, it is questionable, that’s for sure. “Well, fret not, for you are not in either an afterlife or purgatory. Rather, your soul has been summoned by pure luck and thus, you have been reincarnated and cheated the cruel fate of death! Isn’t that joyous?” Sounds good to me I guess. I mean, to be honest, if death really is just nothingness I don’t know if I really have the perception required to tell how lucky I really am, but it is pretty neat to be still thinking, so I gotta thank you for that much. “Uhm, r-right.” Her smile seems to fade, and even annoyance, replaced by a worried expression. “Hey, uhm, this is a bit of a rude question, but I just want to check. You’re, like, alright, yeah?” Alright? “Yeah, I mean like, you can think properly?” Are…you asking if I’m mentally challenged?

“I…guess?” Woah. Uhm, I gotta be honest, that's pretty rude. I’m overwhelmed to the moon and you want to try and not only judge me for that, but also label me as something I may or may not be for comments that hold no bearing on that topic? What part of what I said made you question that, huh? Or are you just a judgemental- “ENOUGH! SHUT UP, SHUT UP, THAT IS ENOUGH!” Yeesh, relax will you? What’s got you all balled up-whoa now! I’m surprised as she suddenly jerks her hand, bringing to life a chain that seems to connect to a collar around my neck. Hey now, what’s this about? How’d you know I was the type for freaky-GACK! She pulls again, sending me to the floor. THAT WAS VERY RUDE AND IT HURT ALOT!

“Listen here you incessant, vile, annoying bitch. You are…my knight…and as such…you will obey…my every word.” With each pause she pulls again, choking the hell out of me. “You are in a…very uncared for…authorverse. Think of it as an ideaspace. I, and my sisters, THOUGH WHO KNOWS WHERE THE FUCK THEY ARE, keep this space safe. You keep me safe so I can keep doing that. Understand?” That's- “YES OR NO?!” Yes ma’am. “Good girl. Good girl.” I can hear her walking down the steps from her throne to me before feeling a foot slamming down on my skull. “Ah, some peace and quiet. Try to think less, ok?”

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

“Ngh! Jesus!” I can feel her foot falter enough for me to push my head up, enough for me to stare her in the eye as her agitated, spiteful glare pierces me back.

“I’ll think as much as I want! I don’t care who you are, I don’t care what you think of me, and I don’t care what a so-called authorverse is! If you want to EVER have peace of mind again, you’ll treat me ri-” I feel the tip of a heel enter my open mouth and make me gag.

“A knight. Does not. Talk back.” She pushes her heel deeper in, till it can’t go any further. “It seems you struggle with the basics. Don’t worry. We’ll get them into that obnoxious mind of yours somehow.” She gives me a vindictive smile. Great.

“MmmRpmMP.”

“What?

“MmmRpmMP.”

“No, think it, you can’t talk with a shoe in your mouth.”

Fuck you.

“Yeah okay that’s enough of that.”

And very suddenly, I return back to blackness.