The Scribbler Guardian

Fiction is just a mirror of reality for the most part. Many things that happen in fiction don’t even happen here. But as far as pain and sadness. Joy and love, life and death, it’s all real here. Here it’s real.

You’re going to get it. You’ll get it how I say. Like I say. When I say, Scribbler. I am Jeramiah Poe. Muse Rider – Diviner of Destinies… and you are my Muse.” ~Jeramiah Poe~

Stories were fictional in Octava—that was the law.

I promise to write your story, I’m sorry I stopped. I’ll write you the best story, I-I’ll make you a classic, the most famous ever and you’ll never die!

The Seven are not traitors. And the Sound Realm has been summoned by Octava’s Queen to help.

You, Jeramiah Poe are the 8th Ark of Octava. You must bring The Seven home and fight the war.

You can manage to break your neck, yes. Stop being a fussy pants and let me help you to the couch.” Kane laughed and skipped ahead. “Fussy pants. She called you a fussy pants.

You broke Octava’s Ancient Code when you entered his story.

she was this close to getting the guts and becoming the unthinkable and loathsome family enemy—an Independent Author.

I am created for fiction but I am real. As is Kane. As are all the characters created by Scribblers in the realm of Octava!

Do you have any idea at all about words? The power behind them?

Not yet. But Mr. Poe is teaching me lots of things. Tonight he’s going to teach me the power of sleep.

Poe recoiled when he put his mouth on her cheek before running back at a break-neck speed, little Isabelle jumping and waving her animated goodbye. Quarks and hadrons, he’d need to cleanse the boy’s mouth.

Because the Independents are sovereign. They don’t belong to Traditional Octava and are not governed by all their laws. They have their own laws.

The seven Bogs of Octava.” “Seven too? One for each genre Mr. Poe?” “Now you’re catching on. The realms recyclable. The energies of characters go there after their life is over.

That depends on how well a story’s life is loved by those in the Scribbler’s realm. The more people like it, the longer the story is kept alive. And if you’re really loved, you can become a classic and never die.

No characters in any story were ever to be harmed within their fictional creations. But everything about the place, the feelings and sounds Poe processed, said that law was being broken.