Prologue
Hello.
I bet you're wondering whom I am, to walk up on a page to you and yell out hello. I am Authoria, and I saw your innocent face and picked you. You need me to show you something. You believe in fairy tales. You're going to be in for one hell of a life the way you're going. What do you think is going to happen? Who do you think you are? Let me tell you something… you're nothing.
Now you're crying to mommy. Surely you aren't nothing; you've always been told how special you are! I bet you don't even know the truth. About anything. May the world be your melodrama.
OR, you could take this as an opportunity. You could learn from the works of "fiction".
What you do with knowledge is your choice.
All I can do is urge you to make the right decision. All I can do is hope you'll listen. I know I sound mean and spiteful, and I am, but all within good reason. I want to bring you knowledge. If you weren't so ignorant perhaps I wouldn't be so frustrated. It's certainly worth a shot.
So what do you say? A better you, a better me… we all become better people. At the price of reading what's in front of you. At the price of putting up with a little negativity.
You know what to do.
One
You stayed. You're the first, and I'm rather surprised because you look like the type to drop it. You look like the type to forget me, forget the chance you had. I thought I was wasting my time. Wow, where to begin. I never thought I'd get a chance to speak my mind, I suppose I never thought I'd get through to anyone. I spent so many years studying humans, studying their hard shells and isolating nature. None of my studies prepared me for the young ones.
You still have your spirit! Disobedience, they say. All in what feels like a day your spirit is crushed, replaced with emptiness. All your life you try to fill it with people and activities, but it never really goes away. They've stolen you. Oh, but that isn't possible! No, it can't be so! I don't believe you! Well, you should. Would I honestly waste MY time telling you lies? Do I need to help you? No, no I don't. So you should take this into consideration when you accuse me of lying to you; and perhaps you won't.
Anyway, back to your spirit! You're born with spunk. Youth, you may call it. But a person of ninety can have just as much youth as one of twenty; it's all in your attitude. And when you still have it you're much more open. You listen! Look at you, listening to me, it shows you still have yourself. Hold on tight, you never know when it will be pried away from you.
(completely and totally given up on)