I was walking around the library until I came across the fantasy section. I loved reading always, had always will. I basically sprinted through the section trying to find a book that could hook me in and ease my boredom. It had already been about 45 minutes until I finally found one. I grabbed it and read the title it said
'The Sealed Realms'
It seemed interesting enough so I skimmed through it, only to find that it absolutely sucked! It had so many plot holes and errors it was almost impossible to read! It also wasn't even finished! I quickly beckoned for on of the library workers to come over. I asked about the book and when they checked it wasn't even registered in the library's records. I was majorly confused and in my boredom I decided
'If it isn't in the library records... Why not try to fix it? Maybe make it something actually comprehendible...'
I started to write in the book maybe out of boredom, or maybe even instinct. I began annotating on it, with corrections, comments, and lore fixes. The story started to stabilize and it actually started to seem good. I spent every waking moment of my life fixing it, slowly peaceing it together. I was 13 when I first started fixing it, and now I was 27. Huh, how time flies doesn't it? I had spent 14 years fixing a book that never got finished and who's author simply vanished. These years had really been fun, it was quite sad it was all over. After all today was the day... I finished the book. On my 27th birthday at that, how laughable. It was actually kind of pathetic really, I had even skipped my college entrance exams when I was 18 to finish the book. Was it really worth it? I don't know....But it's already too late too start regretting it. I slowly drifted off into a deep sleep, book still in hand. Suddenly I woke up, the entire building was shaking as if it would collapse at any moment. I heard the screams of multiple people and soon after, a tentacle shot up from the ground. I was currently on the third floor and from the hole the tentacle created I could see multiple people running around in panic. What in the world was going on!? Was I imagining things? Was I finally going crazy after spending most of my life fixing a damn book!?