Storyteller's Reality Chapter 1

Chapter 1

PROLOGUE 

The squadron of four looked down into the city. All of them had military training, of course, but nothing prepared them for this.

They saw a giant, sparkling tower where none was ever built. Throughout the public, news had been spread that a miracle had occurred, and so most of the citizens just presumed the city’s government was giving its citizens a gift. Meanwhile, the military was fretting over the matter. This tower looked so perfect, so beautiful, graceful.. magnificent. None of the buildings around it could compare. Even though their height might be a seemingly great advantage, it was overshadowed by the glory this tower possessed. The other buildings and skyscrapers were dull, slightly misshapen, and ordinary. This tower was not; this tower was perfect in all respects. 

That’s what scared the military; they didn't know how this phenomenon could have occurred, how something could be so perfect. Nothing man-made could come out looking like that. What scared them more was that their top scientists, and those top in the world, could not decipher what the tower was made of. No element combinations existed that could form this shiny silver, perfect mercury color. Beyond baffled, a particular squadron was standing, watching over the city for anything suspicious concerning the tower. 

Many men called the tower a bad omen, and these men were no exception. Crusaders was the name, leaders they were, stood baffled in awe. After the gory battles and wars of the past, to see something such as this, was rather amazing. There were four in this squad: General Shioko, Colonel Adams, Major Rodney, and Marshall John.

Starting with their leader, General Shioko: a tall, boney man, but toned as well, he was one to be respected. He was of Asian ancestry, but he was so respected no one dared ask him any specifics. If you were his friend, he’d give you the most dazzling smile, so much so that you would just have to return the gesture-curt nod or otherwise. However, were you his enemy, he gave you another extravagant smile, but this time, you could see the mask hiding a boiling hatred behind it. He was dangerous but respectable, friendly but serious. Every man in the military knew not to mess with this man. 

Next in line is Colonel Adams, ancestry unknown, perhaps he himself did not even know. The military never released much information to other recruits about him; he was considered an outsider amongst the men. Blonde hair covered his hard forehead. Bangs could barely be seen, for the military hair-cut kept them hidden. Sparkling blue eyes, slightly icy, showed a sort of pain-like expression. His temples gave him a slightly eerie look. He acted as every good soldier should, and was respected but not admired. 

Last, comes Major Rodney and Marshall John, both similar in many respects, but a few personality differences. Major Rodney always was competitive and riled up the men, supported good morale. He wanted to keep rising in rank, though he knew Gen. Shioko would not be easily surpassed. Both Rodney and John were of American backgrounds, one Virginian and one Pennsylvanian. Marshal John, short for Johnson, was more meaty than Rodney… perhaps that is unkind. That is how the military gossips of him though.

Oh well, anyway, John had a history of law. He never really wanted to join in the battles; he preferred to stay with the law. His great, great… long ago grandfather had been a marshal in cowboy times, in a dusty city. For how many times he told his.. great, and so on, grandfather, and because of his background.. the men nicknamed him “Marshall” John. There was only one other difference: the eye color. Both of these men had dark black hair and stalky features, but Rodney had blue eyes and Marshall had brown eyes. These formidable men were not meager, for they had seen many a grizzly battles. In contrast to the tower’s bright and awing glory, they were not so impressive.

In the present, they stood upon the hill. Well, their present.. I’ll explain later. As the four stood there, Marshall asked Gen. Shioko, “I don’t see how the government could provide something such as this, sir. This.. just can not be possible.”

"I know,” The general replied. “I’ve got a bad feeling about this..”

“You’ve bin sayin’ that all week, general,” Rodney commented.

“ Yes, yes I have. I’m worried.. I didn’t want to tell the other men, but..” He trailed off.

"What?” All the men chorused.

“... We might not survive this.” The general slowly stated.

There was a silence among the men. They knew his warnings were always true, and in the end he turned out to be right.

Meanwhile, as they watched over the city, the people down below were going through their normal lives. Only, the construction workers were not. So, that wouldn’t be everyone, but the public had no idea of the government’s intentions. The city’s government, of “the big city” didn’t want something like this ruining their reputation because someone would eventually find out that they hadn’t put the tower there. So, everyone in the “unknown to the public,” or “classified” section, agrees that the tower must be taken down. First, they started by testing the resiliency of the metal the tower was made out of. Nothing so much as made a scratch. Diamond cutters, a no-go, even a wrecking ball. A super-sized wrecking ball was ordered, then put to the test. Nothing happened, until 24 hours later. The day that marks the end of a year..

It was a fine day, though the wind was a little cooler. However,the school teacher paid it no mind. She was happy, for tomorrow was going to be a new year! Everyone was riled up in town, invites going back and forth like spam, from high society to low. It was going to be a new century, and no one was going to miss the transition from the 2000’s to the 3000’s. As she sat in her small apartment, looking out her window on the 3rd floor, she saw many bustling through the streets with bundles of gifts, their children's faces seemingly, brilliantly, shining with glee. She stared at the children's faces, recollecting her fondest moments of being a teacher this year. One such memory stood out most imposingly: that of her telling her made up story during school hours to pass the time. That’s when the tower caught her eye, as she hadn't noticed anything strange before but.. now it seems as if the tower was.. staring at her? Something happened.. and she blacked out.

~Chapter 1~

It was sometime later, and the window was gone.. I’m not in bed.. I’m not even in my room.. My house.. Where am i? I thought. That’s when I looked down. The construction workers were all around down.. way down below me... What am I doing here? This.. is the tower isn't it? Then it clicked; I had told the story so many times, and now it was coming to life.

I stared at my reflection through a skyscraper, and whatever I saw gleamed at me very brightly. I turned away, shading my eyes. However, I was avoiding the inevitable. I knew that I had to see myself now.. so I slowly faced my reflection once more. Cramped together in a tower form, was a silver dragon, luminescent almost, the way my body gleamed. A tail was tightly curled around the base of my feet.. With claws?... four huge legs, a fat.. No, toned muscle, like lean.. stomach lined with a protective layer of… Scales… and then I looked at my face. Green eyes, in sockets deep, like that of a lizards, and a snout, pointy and serpent-like. Ouch!! Something hit me, and I wasn’t about to stay there and find out if the pain would come back. It was then that I tried to move.

An earthquake erupted into New York, thankfully, there were new developments that saved buildings, so they just rocked. The rocking was more prevalent than usual and so the citizens wondered what was happening. Then the news flashed, “Tower in New York awakens,” with “A huge earthquake, safety measures in place,” and lastly, “Did the government set us up?” All of these things, sent rapidly through all news carriers, even the military was sent notice. Everyone watched, everyone was watching, and my stomach dropped.

Pain arose again from down below.. from the wrecking ball, and I got tired of it quick. As it was coming more rapidly, I moved. I jumped out of my trance and stepped once onto the Earth itself. (Now that flying cars had been invented, the buildings were higher up.) My jaw busted open, and I let it hang, as it was very much cramped. My tongue moved, and felt many pointy teeth, and then it burned. Pain came yet again, and I realized I was being attacked. So I turned around, with my whole body this time, and looked down at the ground. I saw the look on people’s faces, horrified faces, mixed with awe. My tongue burned, and I let my rage swell, because I was hurt from them.

I was going to show them-the people down there . I knew I couldn’t hurt them, so I targeted something else: the steel caging me to this area. My mouth heated and blaze… Burn.. burn for hurting me. You are so lucky I don’t want to kill you instead. Never, never mess with someone until you know what you’re dealing with. The flame licked the steel and some iron bits, as well. The iron melted as ice cream to a hundred-degree weather while sitting in the sun. The steel got superheated, but would not break. So, I got closer. This isn’t working. Hm.. Ah! I have strength do I not? I swung a foot onto the burning steel and rested it on top of a support structure, criss-crossed until a point.. It looks like I was going to be admired.. and trapped.. in a building.. very clever. I gathered all the strength in my leg and pushed down. The structure whined in protest but gave. I heard a gasp among the people. One thought came to mind now, Free. As I had freed myself, I knew I had to leave.

I gathered my muscles, in a cat-like hunched position, and jumped. I didn’t know how or why I was doing this until I didn’t drop.

When I realized.. I can.. fly. I have wings. With my newfound abilities, I soared into the sky, and flew off. I didn’t know where to go, just one feeling still drove me: Free.

Her theory was correct. She was right. How?..

For this reason; I am her, and this is my story. Though, my name cannot be disclosed to you yet, as you have to journey with me to fully comprehend me. So tag along, join the adventure, as the “tower” has a background check. As the teacher realized her position, so have I. One day at a time, I will tell you my story. Starting from the very beginning. When the teacher, me, discovers what the “tower” really is, perhaps a mythological being? Something distinguished and distinct and powerful?... a.. Dragon. Just like the Jabberwocky, frozen in time until the Queen of Hearts calls upon it. Well, something drew the dragon to the teacher. How is this possible you say? Mind you, we have enlarged the continent on the east side making New York bigger, watched the state of Florida separate from the country of USA, and had many unbelievable technological breakthroughs. So if someone was crazy enough, this could happen. 

There was a setback though to being, well... me. I soon learned that "it" made you forget whoever you were before, and gave you a new identity. A painful and enlightening one, I might add. However, while you should be thinking, 'well now this is going to suck!' I assure you, that is not the case. I begin my journey in the desolate expanse of Antarctica, where I learn my new identity. At this point, I don't remember who I was before, in fact i'm quite oblivious to the fact that I even was someone before. You'll see what I am though, and what I become. I won't come back for some time, as you will be in a different dimension of my past. 

Ah, I've said too much I'll just-" Are you back to me, my dear? Ah very good. Let's begin with what you know. Oh, don't give me such an aggravated face. I may be the Devil, but please don't disgrace me now of all times. The fun has just begun." He paused for effect. "I will test your knowledge now, my young-... -I assume you've heard of Suleyksejun do sil, yes?"  

Author's note: I may condition you to know that my work is the beginning of a dream, and wisdom is a big part of my identity. For those of you older, I hope you will stay along, for if the future holds as predicted, you might just need to believe. So I begin.