Chapter 1: Mimic
Upon the rays of sunshine that pierced the book Rolan held, a smell of bookish aged paper was smelt by Rolan's nose. The cold and humid spring breeze assaulted the windows making the curtains flutter.
The butterflies entered his room and seemed to disturb his concentration as he read. One perched on his hands and he watched it flicker its wings on his fingertips.
"Hello, butterfly,"
Rolan Alduin was his name given by his parents. A name that was indeed majestic and unique.
As he was reading, he was almost at the end of the novel he reads. It was a Kingdom-building novel that he bought at the bookstore called "Lordship". You see, the story was about the Heroic tales of a Group of Lords that waged war on the Demon Empire. All were written from their valiant deeds and adventurous tales to their failures and character development.
The story ended on the part where the Heroes defeated all the villains of the story and the hero happily wed with his female lead.
"It was a good story. Sigh, what an adventure," Rolan can only inhale deep breaths and put his novel on his chest. Contemplating what to do next as he felt like a void was made in his heart.
It was normal to feel that way especially with him finishing up a favorite book. It was a roller coaster ride of emotions indeed.
With it, he read the back of the ending page and saw a letter from the author.
"Thanks for reading my work "Lordship". You have imagined and experienced my novel but now is the time to dwell into it and see it with your own eyes. In the eyes of whom you least expect it to be. It is time to make your version of your story. Your dearest author, God of silver tongues"
'Oh? How would that happen?' Rolan was left questioning himself.