Ok... This is inspired by a PC game called Myst. The characters and plot are from the game but the words are my own. Enjoy!
(Picture Credit to: artistdude88 on deviantart.com)
(Game Credit to: Robyn and Rand Miller)
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When I first entered this world I heard a voice. The words it said were:
“…And so I close, realizing that perhaps… the ending has not yet been written.” I haven’t a clue as to what it meant, but I fear there will be no ending to where I’m going. I am falling through what seems to be an endless space void.
Stars are all around me and there’s no life to be seen; nothing but a book. I questioned if that book contained any answers, or at least answers on how to get out of this void. I ended the fall on my feet with the book face up on the ground. On the cover of the book is the title, Myst, I begin to wonder who wrote this? The voice I heard on my way here? I opened the book. Inside was a small motion picture, like a mini tour of my only way out of here. I took my chances and touched the lively picture.
Suddenly, I awakened, lying on a wooden dock, face down. I got up and viewed my surroundings. To the right side of me was a sunken ship with only the crow’s nest reaching the top of the still, dark water. Further down the dock was a switch on a wooden pedestal. To the left of me was a door. I started to venture to the door hoping to find some answers. I entered the small, metal doorway and carefully walked down a ramp leading me to some type of virtual fountain,
which seemed to be some sort of projector. I turned around and realized that a sheet of paper was taped to a metal plate. There were two things written on the paper. Adjacent to the writings were numbers. I stared at the plate for a moment until I saw a little square button at the top left corner of it. I pushed it down and the metal plate responded by going up. With the plate gone, I could see two other plates with different numbers on them. On the top and bottom of each number plate were arrow buttons. The buttons allowed me to tap through the numbers 1-9. Remembering the numbers on the paper, I pushed the button to retract the metal plate. I glanced at the first number, then I pressed the button again to go back to the original set of numbers. I typed in the number I saw on the paper. Nothing happened… While attempting to close the plate, I hesitated because I thought about the projector-like thing. I turned around and observed the virtual pool. Right in the front of it was a button. I had a theory: if I press the button something might happen. So I tried my theory. The projector hummed slowly into action. Virtual ripples soared across until a holographic image appeared. The image looked like snowy mountains. It eventually became 3-D and rotated. I pressed the button again to turn it off. I figured the second set of numbers on the paper would work the same, but only a different image would show. I punched in a different set of numbers and repeated my procedure. Once again, the virtual ripples went across the screen, but a different image came up. It was an image of some sort of switch on a wooden pedestal. I remember seeing something like that on the dock. I wondered why that image was important. I didn’t think too long about it, though. I turned the projector off and went back to the dock.
I walked to the switch on the dock and thought about the image I saw in the projector. There was nothing important below the wooden pedestal.
So with my curiosity upon me, I pulled the switch down. Nothing happened. I shrugged and continued with my aimless wandering. I went up a few stone stairs to get to higher ground. I looked around, seeing what was around me. I saw a high hill with immense metal gear on top, a round marble building, and a pathway leading away from the dock. I decided to take the path going away from the dock. I stood before the wooden planks, separated far away from each other, but close enough to make a pathway. Beside the path was a letter. The letter looked like it was written in a hurry. It was short and to the point. Or, so I thought. The letter said:
Catharine,
I’ve left you a message of upmost importance in our Force Chamber beside the dock. Enter the number of marker switches on the island into the chamber to receive the message.
Atrus
I put the letter back on the ground. Many mind-boggling questions appeared in my mind. Who are Catharine and Atrus? What are these “marker switches?” I didn’t think too long; my mind was set forth to explore the island. I viewed my surroundings once more. Farther down was a square building and next to me was a roundish building that looked like a mini observatory. I figured I’d look in the roundish building. I went to the door and saw another one of those switches again. I pulled the lever down and, once again, nothing happened. The door that lead into the building was a dark wooden door with a gold circular image in the center. The image contained what looked like a man and a woman. The image was faint; I couldn’t tell exactly what it was. I opened the door. The room was white all around, and a chair was in the middle of the room.
The chair looked like a chair you would find in a dentist office. It was leaned back facing the ceiling. I was confused. I didn’t know what to do. So, I turned around, and was about to walk out when I saw a little blue button next to the door. I pressed it and the whole room immediately turned pitch black. With the room dark, I decided to go sit in the leaned-back chair. Once I sat down, a tray sized machine came down close to me. The small machine contained a small screen, and at the top left corner, four buttons that could easily be slid with a touch. There were arrows on the top and bottom, and another small button right beside the little screen. Once again, my human curiosity came upon me. I started to fiddle around with the buttons. I found out that each button had a category. I pushed the down arrow to move the button and it allowed me to tab through the months of the year. The second one allowed me to go through the days of the months and the third let me scroll through the years. The last one scrolled though the time AM through PM. I decided to plug my birth date in: June 22, 1993, 9:29 AM.
The screen navigated through an annoying static until a formation of white dots appeared. The dots looked liked stars, maybe a constellation. I decided to do every date that was at the top of my head. Unfortunately, nothing happened. I got out of the chair and headed out, allowing the door to shut behind me.
My next destination was the square Roman-like building. The building looked like it was made completely out of marble. There was no wooden door or anything; only a square entrance. I didn’t go into the building; rather, I turned around to see what was behind me. I saw a small fountain-like structure straight ahead from the entrance behind me. Along the sides, parallel from the fountain, were Roman-like pillars, four on each side. I didn’t want to see them just yet -- I wanted to see the building first.
I turned back around and went in the building. The building had three pictures, a red and a blue book with color-coordinated pages, a book case and a fireplace. It was a pretty cozy structure. The red and blue books confused me. I went to the blue book first. I opened the book. The pages were blue according to the color. It was laid out like the book Myst I found when I stopped falling; only there was blue static in the picture. Beside the thought of the blue book I started to wonder about the book Myst. That picture I saw – was that how I got on this island? I looked back at the blue book, still crackling with static. I closed the book and set it back down. Once I did, I picked up the blue page. The page was the same color as the inside of the blue book. I wondered what would happen if I put the blue page in the blue book. So I did. The book made a humming sound as I put the page in the back of the book. It startled me for a bit, but I was ok after a while. I opened the book again to see what had happened. After a few seconds, with the book open, I heard a voice.
“Sirrus? Is that you? Hee hee…” the voice questioned. The noise of the static was interfering, I couldn’t tell what he was saying, plus I didn’t know where the voice was coming from. I looked at the book, and stared for a while until a face of a man appeared on the picture.
“Who are you?” he said. My eyes widened as the man spoke again. I finally got a little glimpse of him before the static interfered. The man looked a little plump from what I could tell. He looked like he was middle aged, and a little out of it when he spoke.
“Please, don’t help my brother.” He said commandingly. “He never listened to me…” More static interfered. “Bring me the blue pages…” He chuckled through his breath. “I must have the blue pages… Bring them to me… You must obey me…” he said firmly.
The screen went pitch dark and the static faded away. As it did, many questions flowed into my mind. Who is Sirrus, the blue man’s brother? How can I get the blue pages? I wasn’t sure what
to do so I went to the red book. I repeated what I did when I was at the blue book. The book hummed again, like before. I opened it. This time, red static was on the small picture, and a different man appeared.
“Who are you?” he questioned. “I can’t…” Frizzling static interfered, just like it did with the blue book. The man looked rather lean; he didn’t look like the man in the blue book. “I can’t see you… I am Sirrus. DON’T help my brother, Achenar…” he said with force. I glanced at the blue book until the man came back. “Bring me the red pages.”
The last words he said were faded, I couldn’t hear what he said as the screen went dark and the static drifted away. I closed the book and some of my questions were answered. Apparently, the two men are brothers, and they want the pages that correspond to their books. But, why are they in the books in the first place? Did they wander in here and touch the picture like I did? Or, did someone put them in there on purpose? I stood in silence for a moment, then continued with my wondering.
She’s A loner by heart because her tribe got destroyed when she wasn't there so she longs for revenge and a new beginning. She’s Cheerful, demanding, and quick. Her weapon of choice is anything that makes BIG explosions, MASSIVE destruction, and looks cool. Her date of birth is November 28, 1981 (or 1992, I can’t decide, I always draw her as a teen)
(class of 16 might I add.) from the starting of middle school to today. Getting to the picture:
