A weight too heavy

A weight too heavy

Introduction

Oh, so you found it, you really found my note you either worked really hard or it was just handed to you. Those are the two types of people, people who work and others who don’t. Anyways, I have a story to tell and I’m not getting any younger.

Around 50,000 years ago, your people thought there was nothing. While your people were wrong. There was a magical, despicable, awful, yet wonderful place called Manirio (Man-er-o). Manirio was my home. You could see Manirio as many things in fact, it was many things. Every time a leaf falls from the tree of light our world shifts completely, we have had some very different places, but I will tell you the wondrous story of Ben Hayes. And mine.

It was one of our worst time shifts yet, terrible, you were never safe, ever.

  “Except of course, Ben. He was safe, always.” 

Now you have to understand that Ben and I were good friends back a long time before then we had a big argument and haven’t talked since… I know, I know, childish, but I wasn’t going to take the fall for him so here we are. Now going to hear the story from an outsiders point of view, someone who was always there.

Chapter 1

outsider

I can’t tell you a thing about me, not one single thing. I can’t talk, I shouldn’t write but by the time you read this we’ll all be gone. There will be no revenge, no punishment … I should stop. I've told you too much already. Let's get started with the story. Once upon a time…

” NO NO NO this is real can’t do that  once upon a time nonsense”

 Anyways, it all started when Grover Robinson was murdered… At the bus stop at exactly 12:00 A.M. Don’t ask how or why I know this, remember, I can’t tell you anything.  Anyways he was murdered and I know by who and why but you can’t know. 

Now, Mr. Robinson was a well respected man; he was kind, and loyal no one had anything against him. Except of course the murderer. So after this happened No one knew what to do except Ben, Ben was the first one to hear about  this tragic accident, which wasn’t an accident. of course. Now, I don’t like Ben. There are only two people I know who don’t like Ben. One including me. He is always there, never lets anyone else have the spotlight. So when this happened Ben happened to be riding that bus, OF COURSE, and with me being right around the corner, becoming the prime witness or suspect. So I was put on probation, there was one other guy too.The council tested the fingerprints but none matched so just probation for me, instead of jail. I was one of the main suspects they had to do a lot of tests. 

OH, you probably won’t have a council when you read this so our council is like our government. But, stricter with more rules. I keep going too far, I should not tell you anything of the council. Anyways for days after the murder people everywhere were mourning, they couldn’t get around the fact that someone had been murdered. You see, when we have a bad land, we act as a family. We don’t act in panic because we all know that we have each other. So when it was our worst land yet, we all knew that we had to stick together. When someone was murdered it made us think, who is betraying the one reasonable law we have?

Chapter 2

Ben Hayes

I feel misunderstood. People think I always try to be there, they think I’m always safe, they think they know who I am. I hope you, reader, have not yet to decide where I fall in this story. Or who you think I am as a person.Please let me explain before you decide. 

I was not trying to be on the bus when Mr. Robinson was murdered I was only... no...I have this... no...I had er… family business, Yes! Family things to do with my family. Anyways, I am almost positive you don’t want to hear about that so, let’s move on. I think that when people from the land of Manirio hear my name, they can hear three things, anger, disgust, or excitement. But I never try to be in the places at the times of…um… need? It always seems to be a coincidence that I am just there.

Anyways, I can get hurt. Many people assume I can’t get hurt but that is also untrue. I have been hurt many times before. The reason I’m telling you this is because I don’t know who else is writing on this. These people might hate me or love me and I don’t want you to get the wrong idea about me without even listening to what I have to say. While what I have to say is I hate being thought of as the hero, I don’t even know what to do in most circumstances. Like say someone is murdered, how am I supposed to react? I know some people think I’m magical but according to the land wide rule book  only one person among all of our people can have the gift of magic. And it’s not me.

Chapter 3

Outsider

So you don’t yet know how this works, I don’t know who you just heard from, even though I got the note, the magic makes it impossible to read. The magic delivers all letters. So, magic could take this note from me at any time. But while this note is in my possession I will tell you all I can. When I went back to the bus stop the next day there was a strange mysterious symbol at the bus stop. I will describe it to my best ability . It looked like a figure eight with a similar but smaller smaller figure eight over it. It was completely black with a word at the bottom it looked like a signature but it was impossible to read. It was not at all like anything I’ve ever seen before. It was not graffiti, it was somewhat... glowing. Oh… One more detail it was only there for a minute only for me to see. The time, you ask? It was exactly… 12:00 A.M

I know what it meant, I know why it was there I know who put it there. I also know that the person who put it there was trying to communicate with us but they were in a different world. I will let you see if you can figure all this out by yourself. I hope that no one else tells you. I hope you figure it out. Now, I think my time with this note is coming to an end.

Chapter 4

The murderer

Yes, yes,yes I know what you’re thinking but believe me, I didn’t do it. Oh… that's just great!! It says the murderer. Huh… well if you want to base your opinion on that small little writing. WHAT? That is NOT magic and whoever told you that knows NOTHING! Okay maybe just maybe it”s magic... but in my defense, I really hated the guy! He was RUDE!!!!! Okay, me saying that he is rude is just because he is WAY I mean WAY to polite… not anymore though. He was really annoying… like polite annoying. He agreed with everyone and never said no to anything. People keep saying that the murderer will have a bad afterlife… I have to be 100% honest. I have no clue what that means. I mean… A bad AFTERLIFE?!?!?! How do they know what MY afterlife is going to be like????? Have they traveled to heaven? Oh yeah, I forgot I guess I don’t get to go to heaven according to the rumors. Prsh… I mean how stupid is that!?! I have never done anything bad in my life!!! Well I guess that one thing, but like me murdering a guy… No big deal right? WHAT? You heard about revenge! NO WAY!!! How? What? I mean… I mean… go to your happy place DID I JUST WRITE THAT!!??! Oh my gosh I AM GOING TO DIE!!!!!!!!!

To be continued...