A Thousand Words
If anyone were to tell you that a picture is worth a thousand words, you should tell them to shut up. Or, in the very least, slap them in the face with a baseball bat. A picture isn't the same thing as words on a page. At least a picture is interesting; I mean, your eyes gloss over words far more than images, and the more cryptic the image, the longer you look at it. No, a picture is not a mere blurb on a page. A picture is like a movie without motion, or a still portal, an empty doorway, and I'd know that very well. Too well. But I digress. After all, you're reading words on a page for the heck of it. Weirdo. My name is Veridian, and what I'm about to say is going to sound crazy. I'm one of the Wanderers. It sounds insane, I know. I'm only, what, nineteen? And yet, I'm the youngest Wanderer there is. I didn't even realise I was one until the Great Merging happened.
But I'm probably getting ahead of myself. I'll go back to when it all started, right after the Merging, and then we can take it slow. After you hear my story, maybe you'll be able to help me get out of here. Just whatever you do, don't tell Uncle Romford. Please.
Sariah_Nahin · Fantasy
