In the middle of the night not a sound could be heard or a light seen in the castle, that the king of REM resides in. Prince Roy is up and about with his flash light reading a novel about damsels in distress and the brave hero that saves them from dragons and common thief’s, but that is just a story. Prince Roy is only 12 years old and dreams of being like the hero’s he reads so much about. Much to prince Roy’s dismay he is far from a hero, as a young boy he has no throbbing muscles that he can beat bad guys with or facial hair to make him look manly; no, no he is a small boy with glasses and reddish hair who loves to imagine and make believe. Unfortunately for Roy his flash light gives off a yellow glow from his window and para troopers drop through his window into his room and knock him unconscious. He comes to in a room, a dark room with a couple of torches to see a shape of a man standing in the door way. The man walks in and has a L on his chest and Roy knows he might not make it out alive. The L group are a band of common men and radicals who believe they do good in the name of the L society. Luckily prince Roy is only questioned about the ways of the hero, he did not give in, and nothing more they want him alive so they can use him later. The next night prince Roy discovers he has a friend and that friend hands him a key and does not say what it unlocks. Roy is puzzled and ponders the possibilities of what the key could open, it doesn’t take him long to figure out that it fits into his shackles, he frees himself and runs home. Suddenly the world is shaking and a voice says wake up Roy, wake up, WAKE UP ROY! He finds his mother standing over him. Come on Roy, his mother says, the farm isn’t going to work its self, and why did you run around the yard last night?
Our story starts out as just an idea, like any other story, except this idea was a, particularly good one. The idea was to create a new race of people not any more or less powerful than the already existing one, just different. Different in such a way that the mind of many sculpts the world. Not in a mental sense like the existing one can do, but in a physical and tangible way. As the new, and eager race emerged and took their first foot steps something was already created. Out of necessity the new race created magic (no, not illusions actual magic). Things formed, food appeared, cooked and ready to eat, and pets transpired from nothingness. Thus the new race was able to evolve and grow; imagination was pushed on the new generation. There were almost no problems until and small few used the magic in an evil light. They lurked in the shadows waiting to prey upon the un-corrupted many. The idea of hardcore drugs, and hustling was created. This evil idea spread like wild fire, and the new race’s evil side came to surface and into the world. It spread like no other disease, and infected the entire population. All seemed lost for this new race and soon the idea would be eradicated, but a single tree caught on fire. Someone witnessed it, and before the hour ran out everyone knew of this perplexing anomaly. Surprisingly enough no one knew why, so they studied and studied because they could not fathom how it happened if they did not imagine it. Until someone discovered lightning and they harnessed electricity and went the concept went in all different directions. They made light bulbs and televisions, and the internet. They came together for the good of many and the evil had shed off from their thoughts. Just then a shooting star passed them and they could make a wish and after seeing what magic could do they deemed it too powerful and wished it away. Soon magic became a memory then a legend soon after a myth and sadly enough eventually just a story.
no idea is horrible it is just perceived that way the people who know it.