I Will Kill The Author-Novel

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(A/N: This is just a prologue, as the title says, so it's not important to the story, but I would suggest reading it… or not.

Who cares what the author says? Though if you do decide to read it, read it till the end)

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Saturday 28th November 2009

11:58 PM

Dear Diary,

Today was my 13th birthday.

I expected my mother's warm and cheerful voice to wake me up in the morning but what woke me up was that nightmare instead.

Yes, I'm having that same nightmare again.

However, no matter how I think about it, today, it felt different.

I still dreamt the same thing, but today it felt more… realistic.

Like I was there myself. Like I was seeing it all through my own eyes.

I know how this sounds.

It sounds like I'm losing my mind, and that's why I didn't tell mom and dad.

I thought I would be the happiest person under the sun today, but the bitter taste that was left in my mouth due to that dream ruined it all.

Anyway, I read somewhere that if you write down your nightmare, then you won't have it again.

And because today I remember it clearly, I'll try to write it down.

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`So my nightmare starts with visions of a boy. He has only one arm.

I can only see his back. He stands on a battlefield with his head down in sorrow.

He couldn't protect anyone.

His lover, his friend, and the people who counted on him all lay around him dead.

He falls to his knees and starts whimpering.

He picks up a sword beside him from one of his dead comrade's bodies.

Placing the blade on his neck, he mutters but one thing.

"I'm sorry," he says and slashes his neck.

His lifeless body drops to the ground, and my vision shifts.

Next, I see a girl.

Again, I can only see her back.

She stands on a mountain cliff, looking at the azure moon above.

Her waist-long black hair floats in the autumn breeze as she looks up at the sky.

"I'm sorry," she mumbles in a weeping tone.

Unable to bear the trauma of her past, she starts to cry.

But there's no one to console her.

No, there's no one left to console her.

She couldn't save her loved ones.

No matter how many times she tries, she can't save anyone.

Dropping her head in defeat, she takes a step and jumps off the cliff. Ending her pitiful life.

With that, my vision shifts once again.

This time I can see another boy. Again, just his back.

But this vision is different from the others.

The boy I'm seeing now is standing in between what looks like the boundary of two different worlds.

With a two-headed spear in his hand, the boy turns and looks directly at me.

But due to the light in his background, I can't see his face clearly, just a silhouette.

He then murmurs some gibberish that I can barely make sense of.

"This is the point where our worlds collide. Remember this." He says before continuing, "I'm sorry."

With that said, he places his spear on his heart and impales himself.

Slowly bleeding to his death.

My vision turns black from here.

Trapped in darkness, no matter how much I try to wake up, I just can't.

All I could hear from here on out is the voice of an old woman reciting something.

"When the darkness will fall and even the shadows will hide.

The reality will twist, the time will bend out of joint, and moonless shall be the nights.

No one will be the wiser when all the prayers start to decline.

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Running in an endless spiral, three children will only survive.

One who sought strength but lost everything to his thirst to thrive.

And another who chose to rewrite, this one knows no bound of time.

Along with a boy who only wished for peace and a different life.

So fear not when your fall arrives and fret not when comes your demise.

For victory will be ours and restored will be the dawn when these three will unite.

Or not… and to tell the tale, no one will be left alive."

After hearing that poem or whatever it is, I would float around in darkness endlessly.

An annoying laugh would fall into my ears from time to time.

A laugh irritating enough to make me wanna choke the person who's laughing like that to death.

I would try to wake up, but I never could.

I would just float in that darkness, aimlessly accompanied by nothing but the sound of that laughter.

My solitude only ends after either someone shakes me or I fall from my bed.

Sigh, I hope these nightmares will end soon.

And I sure don't wanna experience one as realistic as today's ever again.

Also, I don't know why but I felt sad when I saw that boy with the spear…

I mean, I felt sad for all of them.

That's rare. I rarely feel anything, but I felt sad over an absurd dream.

I don't know. Maybe it's just my exhaustion talking.

Anyway, I'm off to bed. Fingers crossed.

-Noah Lambert

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