Main Story, Chapter 1: The Dream
You were writing down the last sentence for the book, Beautiful Disaster.
'Finally! After spending three months of my summer break, I finished it just before law school classes resume!'
You inhaled a deep breath and a giant smile was plastered on your face.
'Yes, it feels really good that I finally finished my first installment of the series.'
'I can't wait to finally rest! If not for the time of the day, you would have shouted in glee.'
Your tired eyes turned to the giant face of your bedroom clock and read the time.
Midnight exactly.
You sighed, being the scarecrow that you are. You hurriedly huddle to bed, pulled in your bed covers, and wrapped your arms around your notebook containing your manuscript like a lover would embrace a beloved.
And then...
You dreamed...
or was it more than just a dream?
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Main Story, Chapter 2:
Your New Reality
You opened your eyes and found yourself inside a small bedroom.
'Where am I?'
You scanned the unfamiliar room with the most basic of furnishing. Even the paint by which it is covered is just plain white.
'What kind of personality does the one who owns this room have?'
You wondered where you are exactly and stood up.
Because you were in such a hurry to scout the area, you did not notice the bed covers wrapped around your ankles.
You tripped, fell on the floor, and hit your head hard.
Your head is bleeding from the wound.
'This hurts so bad, I've never actually been hurt from a dream before.'
You tried to convince yourself that this is just a dream, but there it is, the indescribable pain of a deep wound and the crimson liquid just pouring out of it.
You grabbed the blanket and wrapped your head with it, trying to stop the bleeding.
And then, it happened. The blanket was suddenly covered with light.
'What the hell is going on?'
Your eyes widened in surprise.
'No, this can't be happening.'
Then, suddenly the pain subsided and the bleeding stopped. However, you became dizzier and now can't stand on your feet.
You crawled up back to the bed and laid yourself flat. Then you noticed the ceiling.
The ceiling is made of crystal glass so that you can see through the outside.
Trees taller than the tallest building you have ever seen in your life.
'I'm in the middle of a forest.'
'No, not just any forest', you surmised as you saw a magic eagle with bright red feathers and streaks of gold.
'I am inside the Isle of Atlantis', you gasped in shock.
The impossible happened.
'I am inside the first pages of my new book.'
