Nar.: In honor of these stories making it past the tenth the famed Master of All Things, Jack Dawson, has thrown a great party in the honor of all the authors, namely Rebekkah Zimmermann, and all the characters previously in the stories. His whole family has shown up for the occasion, including its newest members. Well known friends have also shown up, such as one of the guests of honor, the Meek Servant. Now we shall go among the esteemed guests, wraiths of those who have passed on, and mingle. Ah… There is Jack, himself, motioning for us to join him…
Jack: Ah, Jareth! How good of you to come! And who is this? One of our readers? Splendid! If you don’t mind Jareth, I’m going to borrow our reader for awhile. There is much I have to talk to them about.
Jareth: Of course, Jack. We are all at your disposal. Well, I’ll be seeing you later.
Nar.: Yes, my name is Jareth. Excuse me for not introducing myself earlier. But, anyway, you are now walking with Jack across an expansive lawn. To your left and right, brightly colored flowers are in full bloom. You are moving farther from the party and all its gaiety. Jack leads you to a large willow with a bench under it. Sunlight streams through the tree branches spotting everything with its golden presence. You sit on the wrought iron bench, after Jack motions to you to sit. He remains standing for a while, but then decides to sit next to you. He turns to face you and you smell his musky cologne, trying not to sneeze…
Jack: Did you ever wonder what happened to the way these stories started out? I mean the humor, the long annoying speeches, the insanity of it all, where’d it go. They’re all so sober, sane if you will, now. That is with the exception of “What the…” I wonder if the heroic acts, gory details, and cuteness is enough now. Tell me, do you think it’s enough? Or do we need more insanity again?
Nar.: He looks at you inquisitively. You, not know what to say, stare at him blankly (and if you do have something to say, please tell the author herself. She needs suggestions and would like your opinions). Jack sighs and looks away, off into some unseen place of happiness and sunlit gardens, which we do not see. Suddenly, his face changes to a look of inspiration. He turns back to you, his aura emanating excitement…
Jack: That’s it! The insanity, I’ve found it! I know what these stories need! Not some arch-enemy like Morgead, but some worse, more horrible a foe. The one that no one can destroy. Some long forgotten person that has always been there, on the edge of consciousness, just waiting to be set free to roam in black and white (and sometimes color) the pages of stories yet to be told. You, my friend, may not know him, but he stands for all insanity. To you he has no name, but to me and my family, he is known as… Zebadiah aka Adam. Yes, it is the dreaded figure dressed all in black…
Nar.: You listen to Jack, transfixed by his eloquent words, for they seen like those if a raving madman. Don’t tell him that, for you are no better, listening to voices in your head. Ha! And you thought you were the only sane on in this places. Ahem. Well, anyway, whether you are sane or not, you start to wonder about our friend, Jack, here. When he pauses, a mist starts swirling to your left. Funny, you think, there wasn’t any mist here before. Then, to your amazement a figure steps out of the mist. The figure is of a young oriental man in his late teens. He is dressed in black T-shirt and baggy black jeans. His hair is cut in the latest fashion and he is smiling. The young man walks up to the two of you…
Man: (holding out his hand) Hello, Jack. I’m sure you know me well. It’s nice to see you again. It’s been a long time. Thank you for creating me once again. It’s good to be back.
Nar.: You stare amazing as the man shakes hands with Jack. You think, “Hey, he doesn’t seem crazy or evil. Actually, he looks a lot like that guy who played the Black Ranger, Adam, on Mighty Morphin Power Rangers.” Then you start to worry about whether they are going to show up or not…
Jack: Adam. It’s nice to see you again. Where are your friends?
Adam: My friends? Oh you mean those others? Why would you want them around? They’re just a bunch of good-two-shoes. We don’t need them around. Anymore. Their time is past. Mine has only begun.
Nar.: As you watch in amazement, you think about his name, Adam. Coincidence? I think not. Now, if you paid close attention before, you’ve noticed the evil undertones. So, choosing wisely, you excuse yourself and exit the party. Then trying to decide whether to leave the story or not, you bump into Rebekkah, the writer. You decide to ask her what you should do…
Rebekkah: It’s your choice. I could tell you what happens right now and ruin the story, or I can let you decide and not tell you. You may then safely assume that I don’t know what happens next. So what do you choose? Stay or leave?
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Nar.: After hearing that last statement, you wonder whether you made the right choice. Then, to your amazement (yet again!), you hear screams from the far side of the party. I, Jareth, turn to you then and ask…
Jareth: Come. We must go. Are you coming?
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Nar.: With that I disappear, leaving you alone to face the horror coming towards you. Upon hearing the screams, the following people disappear to their safe homes, choosing wiser, than you: Rebekkah, Susan (the writer), Stacy (the writer), and Melissa. All spirits disappear too, leaving you, Heaven and John Hasan, Lyam Jamari, Dax Reod and Ritana, Gregor Haldane, the elf, Rosalind, Starsia de Skye, Jomei and Reyna, Barak, Cyrano, Lyle, Valeda, Morgead, Varan Malik, Nerina, and Morgan Dawson. You quickly run and hide under a table, away from danger. To your amazement (I must like this phrase), Adam walks across the party area, alone. You wonder what happened to Jack. The suddenly, from behind the well-known characters, jump four youths. The tallest being a young man seeming the age of Adam. His unruly brown hair was pushed out of his eyes. He made motions to the other three, another boy his age, and two girls. The other boy had longish black hair and was a few inches shorter than the other boy. Of the two girls, the taller had long silvery hair and pointed ears, an elf of course. To you, the shorter girl seemed to have a strange aura about her. Her dark brown hair was kept as short as the taller boy’s, but she stood farther back than the other. As you watch Adam face them, you get the strange feeling you should be with them. Insanely, you get out from your hiding place. Then you run over to the fight, putting yourself in front next to the tall young man. Then, before you realize you have no weapon, the group charges at Adam. As you and the rest of the group slam into the invisible wall, you realize you are sinking into darkness, the last thing you see is Adam’s triumphant smile. When you awake, you hear a touching song about outcasts being sung. You recognize the voice as being Adam’s. Next to you lie the bodies of those who had hit the wall. You look around and, finally, your dazed mind figures out that your aren’t in the Underworld anymore. Coincidence? I think not. Your new world is dark. The sky is blood red and the land is black as soot. You are lying in a hard obsidian floor. You figure it’s a courtyard, for you have never been in one before. Adam notices that you have awakened…
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