Getting class (open)

[Tristan Carter]

Tristan considered Isolde's idea. It was brilliant, to be sure, but already overdone. He needed, nay, he craved something original. It was what had drove him out of America in the first place. His life had bored him due to the fact that nothing was original. So a vizier was not a good idea to him.

He thought a moment. Something new... He had it! He sat bolt upright as the idea came to him. "How about the traitor being... The king? He made a deal with Death, immortality for his kingdom? He causes a defeat at the crucial moment, and Death in exchange infuses the king with his energy, therefore creating the Essence of Death." He thought a moment. "And after the defeat of the corrupted king, they help build the kingdom, they go after Death himself. Book ends on the start of that journey, leaving room for a sequel..."

[Tristan Carter]

"Yeah..." Tristan had just run out of his creative streak. He had finished the main plot, but now he needed to do actually do the story. Which left the problem. He couldn't do beginnings. He could easily write the rest, but for him starting it off was the most difficult part. Everything had been done in beginnings. There was no longer anything original. So, he was confronted with his conundrum.

He tried multiple starts, but none of them seemed to work. It was starting to frustrate him. He had no way to get over this. He then started to think. Why not start with an explanation of the summons? One of what Persona are? He started to write it down, with the pages in plain sight of Isolde.

[Tristan Carter]

Tristan kept writing, moving pencil across page, creating a world in his mind. He kept writing what he knew about Persona, what he felt was true, and what he imagined would apply. One such example is how he felt that they were directly linked to how one was seen, since they were called "Persona." When he was done with his personal description of what Persona were, he started to write down a history of the world he was making, and how it was linked to "Summoners," or those who could manifest their Persona. He kept writing until he had run out of paper to write on. He looked back, and saw he had filled the notebook from cover to cover. He was surprised, to put it simply.

[Tristan Carter]

Tristan was still in awe of how quickly he had filled the notebook. This was the best he had ever done on a story. He had always liked writing, but he had never been able to get too far into his stories. He was surprised that the story was the first one that he had been able to get into. He looked over what he had wrote. Nothing more than a history...

He hadn't been able to write anything that would fit into an actual story. He had only wrote a prologue. He realized he would need a lot of notebooks...

[Tristan Carter]

Tristan looked at the time. It didn't appear to be getting too late, but he had to leave. Soon, at least. He decided to reread what he wrote. He checked for mistakes in grammar and such, so as to be sure it would be right when he went to type it. It would suck if he had to change something important just because of grammar.

Skimming through, Tristan became satisfied with his work. Nothing popped at him as incorrect, so he was happy. Not like he would have to change anything major. Starting to grin without full realization of it, Tristan looked up at Isolde. "So, anything else we should do before I have to head out?"

[Tristan Carter]

Sighing, Tristan looked up at Isolde. "It appears that our time has come to an end. Until we meet again. Which will probably be the next day of school. Adieu." Promptly standing up, Tristan walked out of the school. Better get out of here before the end of the day rush... It'd suck to be caught in that again... The memories of that experience haunted him, and refused to relent.

Tristan stood outside, looking back at the school building. You know something? I don't think I've ever looked forward to school so much. With that thought, he turned and walked home.