16 year old Xander Osborne, who is gifted in the art of the written word, is given the gift of power beyond Hunan limitation. Through his writing, he creates a world in which he holds the power of Creation through the very writing that brought him t...
Xander has given up on any hope of sleep; it'll just come back to haunt him. In lieu of wondrous slumber, he muses upon an empty page.
"What will I type this time...?"
The question echoes in his head that's covered with a mess of black locks tied back into what he calls a wolf tail rather than a ponytail, despite the latter being more accurate (but sounding decidedly less badass.) In all truth, Xander should've started studying for that AP World History reading quiz (that will be taken in about 9 hours,) about 12 hours ago. Books, binders, pens, paper, and highlighters untouched on the right side of his bed, he waits impatiently and tiredly for inspiration.
His work pattern is off; it's ironically more linear than usual. He isn't as concerned with grammar, spelling, word choice, syntax, punctuation, or sensory details as he normally is. His fingers make rapid connection with the touchscreen in a flurry of sleepless creativity.
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Xander averts his focused gaze from his phone screen when he notices a change in lighting from his dark room. Unfamiliar with with new surroundings, he looks around in confusion as he lay on a soft patch of grass. A grassy field soft enough to sleep on... Bright sunlight that his eyes still haven't adjusted to... Melodic birds singing a gentle lullaby in the afternoon (as it seems) breeze... It's all just as he typed. It stood in great contrast, in fact, to the beige painted walls of his room. He had random decorations pinned to them, sure, but mostly the back wall above the head of his black bed with matching sheets, pillows and blanket. Well, the blanket is half silver and has a white and black thread pattern, but that's not the point.
No longer wrapped in the warmth and comfort of the aforementioned bed and fancy blanket, an idea springs from Xander's brilliant mind. He returns his iron focus to his phone and continues to swiftly and skillfully type away, creating a bizarre occurrence.
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True to Xander's word, a dragon flies brilliantly across the sky, bright enough to make the sun seem like a dying lightbulb. Its green radiance from its head to its tail (being a dragon of Eastern rather than Western fable,) sets the horizon ablaze with green and locks Xander's attention onto it. Upon realizing the power he holds, Xander closes his mouth (as he was rendered ajar moments ago,) and immediately puts his power to use.
