Chapter One

  Feeling bored and looking at my reflection in the pond I gave a sigh. I hit the water and watched as my face rippled. Ignoring the festival going around me was easy when I focused on my moping.

  Being sixteen meant that was a skill that I have practiced for a long time. Ignoring the world around me and focusing on their own problems was not a problem for most teenagers in this day and age.

  Looking at all the people walking around me just enjoying their lives just made me more annoyed. People went about their lives in an endless spiral. Nothing really changed even when people's position moved through it.

  "I wish something interesting would happen." Standing up on the stones that formed an elevated circle and separated the water from the ground and tossing a coin into the fountain I will admit to feeling like a kid.

  "Very well. Prepare to have your mind blown." A voice said out of nowhere. Turning behind me I saw people walking behind me but not who had spoken to me. Turning left I saw that same sight.

  "Look to your right." The same voice said again making a fist I turned to that direction prepared to punch whoever was messing with me.

  Blinking a couple of minutes I needed to make sure that I wasn't hallucinating. I knew that I had just been in a park that was holding a festival and now I was in a well lit library.

  "Whoever had the bright idea of kidnapping me is going to regret it." No matter how many people there were they were going to regret kidnapping me.

  Somehow they had managed to both drug me, kidnap me, and erase my memory of the events. Normally he would blame clowns. After all being kidnapped at festivals usually meant that the kidnapper was likely to be a clown.

  Clowns however weren't likely to bring you to a library that was stocked with whole shelves of books. Normally I would have fun in a place like this but given that it was currently my prison I was not in too much of a mood for reading.

  "You are an excitable one." The voice said. It sounded so close but still no matter how I turned I could not see it.

  "Why don't you come down here so I can show you just how excitable I am." There clearly was some microphone around here that led to him being here. Wondering if it was the clothes I was wearing that held the microphone I checked my plaid buttoned up shirt and blue jeans.

  I even walked in circles trying to find it. Five minutes at most was spent on that task. When the chuckling began and the voiced boomed all around me I stopped.

  "Oh man. That was like watching a dog chase it's own tail. You know he isn't likely to get it but it's still funny." The voice said.

  "Show yourself you coward." This whole voice coming from everywhere shtick was annoying me. The owner of the voice had kidnapped me he could at least be brave enough to face me. It would also let me attack him and get my answers.

  "Look up." The voice said and when I did so I finally met my kidnapper I fully acknowledged that he looked different than any other person I had ever met.

  He was sitting on one of the higher bookshelves. He had long white hair that had two strand coming down from the front with tan skin which looked odd with his young face, a white cloak that covered his chest with black pants which went into his boots. He was wearing gauntlets on his arm that had white stars on each. His eyes were hidden behind dark shades.

  All in all the dude was weird. If the hair was dyed that would be one thing but for some reason he just did not think so.

  "Why don't you come down here and let me show you how funny I am." My eyes bugged out when I saw the guy turn into little balls of light fly over towards me and turn back to normal. I stumbled backwards and fell.

  "What are you?" my question was a reasonable even if it came while I was on the ground.

  "If you use the greek/roman meaning I guess you could call me a god." was the answer I was given.

  "Could you explain?" Knowing my mythology I knew how petty and dangerous greek/roman gods and goddesses could be. Arachne was a great example of their dangers. Medusa was another depending on which version of the story you believed.

  "I am immortal and have magical powers." I had been afraid that was what he had meant. I wish that it was possible to believe that this was either a nightmare or that he was a crazy person but I couldn't delude myself that well.

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  "What is your name?" gods were always the proud type so there was a chance that he would tell me but there was another chance that he would turn me into something and I would become just another story of what happens to those who annoy gods.

  "My name is Garxon. The x is sounded like a z. Like in xylophone." Garxon said. So far so good. All that was left to know was why I was taken.

  "So why did you kidnap me?" If I had learned anything from watching Tokiomi Tohsaka it was that when speaking to someone who saw themselves as a god it was best to not take an authoritative tone.

  "I didn't kidnap you." Garxon said looking at me behind his shades. Part of me wondered what was behind his eyes. Another part was scared that seeing it would render me blind and or insane.

  "Then how did I get here?" If he did not bring me here than I could not help wonder what did and hope that it all ended well.

  "I brought you here." This was going to give me a headache for sure. Taking a deep breath so that I did not get myself killed here was important.

  "Can you please explain that." Hoping that this god had the same sense of logic I did might have been for nothing but right now hope was all I had.

  "Look." with a snap of his fingers the sky above began to ripple and showed the image of me throwing a coin into the fountain and making a wish.

  I smacked my hand against my face. The sound echoing around the gigantic library. This was definitely a case of be careful what you wish for.

  "So let's make a deal." Those were five ominous words. There meanings could be almost anything and in most stories with gods it was going to be me doing something life threatening most likely.

  "What kind of deal?" I had gotten into this mess by wishing for something interesting to happen so I could at least listen. It's not like I could get home on my own.

  "I want a new contractor." He said. Another snap of his fingers had stopped playing the image above them that had replaced the ceiling and a desk came into existence.

  "That means what exactly?" I knew if I agreed that I would have to do something but it was always better to know what you would have to before you signed and not after.

  The villains in doctor strange hadn't read the whole book and that ended up being their downfall. That would not be the same for me.

  "I get bored and need new stories so I pick people to entertain me by creating new stories for me to read." At least I knew what he was getting out of this. Sitting at the table I read the contract focusing on what I felt was most important and that meant what affected me.

  1) Once signed I would be bound to the contract until both signers agreed to break it.

  2) My aging would be slowed down.

  3) Whatever new world was visited I would be reset to the age I first signed the contract.

  4) I would be able to switch between which ever lives I had previously lived.

  5) I would not be able to return to Earth.

  "What do you mean I won't be able to return home?" I might not have the most attentive parents but Earth was still important to me. It held all of my stuff.

  "Look." With that the ceiling began playing again. This time however I saw that the version of me in there continued to look around and then when he saw no one he shook his head and walked away.

  "What in the world is going on?" How could my last memory be turning right and ending here but he just walked off.

  "I copied you exactly and left that behind when I brought you here." Well while that was annoying I decided to learn everything before freaking out.

  "Why would you do this?" I needed an actual answer besides bored. There had to be a reason.

  "I like books and I can't read the same story over and over. That is why I created the contractors." He said as he began writing his name on the paper.

  "If I can posses past versions of myself does that mean the copy too?" If that was true then I could have my cake and eat it too so I just had to ask.

  "Yes but for that version the time is limited. I did this for my amusement after all." Well with that cleared up I looked to the part where I signed my name. Reaching into my pocket I realized I had no pen.

  "Here." I was then handed a golden pen.

  "How many contractors do you have?" I asked him. When the pen met the paper the words written glowed a golden light.

  "Around twenty or so." That caused me to drop the pen. Twenty contractors. How many stories had these people created. There was only one way to get my answers.

  I asked him. After having signed his contract he was more than likely to leave me alive now.

  "Enough to fill a wing in my library." Garxon pointed behind him to a wing in the library filled with books. A part of me was really tempted to ask if I could read them. I held back because soon I would be on my own adventure.

  "Piece of advice. When you get there you should change your name. Kyle Johnson is going to sound weird. It will be a fresh start for you. Choose your own name." He said and the contract on the table began to glow and disappear.

  Feeling a burning sensation on my body I looked at my arms and saw red lines spreading across my body.

  "That is the sign of the contract taking place." He said. He clearly did not know of the pain involved. I could feel the ink spreading across my body.

  "Take a look at the new you." he said confusing me. Walking over to a mirror I was shocked. My body had changed drastically. I was now taller. Standing at what I assumed to be five foot eleven. My short brown hair had become a deep red, and my eyes had become a light green.

  "You Kyle Jared have become my contractor. We have come to an agreement that is held by magic and inescapable. Enjoy your new life and make me new stories." Garxon said as the area around us became more oppressive. I had allowed what he was to slip from my mind during our conversation. I was aware he was a god but the actual meaning had been lost with his personality.

  "Enjoy the fall." Garxon said taking off his glasses showing me his eyes that also held a white star within them.

  "Fall?" What fall. There had been no talk of a fall taking place.

  "This one." he said pointing down and I watched as the floor around me opened up in a circle. So that was the fall. Screaming while I fell down like Wile E. Coyote I could hear that bastard chuckling.

  I truly wanted to punch him in the face regardless if it ended up with me being smote.