TheGrandLabyrinth

"Where do Monsters come from?" 
A simple question with a deceptively complicated answer if it could even be called that.
Monsters are made by us after all, who else could?

"What about heroes then, where do they come from?" 
A not so different question with a not so different answer. 
We make them ourselves. Who else would?

One might now ask, "what's the difference then?" 
To that a confusing answer, as the difference is in who is telling the story as there is no more complex illusion than simplicity, and honesty is but a fairy tale: a lie. Nothing more. Nothing less.

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Fanfics tend to be pretty cringe. With most out there being either super-OP characters that can sneeze wrong and the world explodes, overly edgy mc that makes it hard to read, or just blatant sexual fantasies, it's no surprise why people avoid them. With this novel I aim to try to make an actual story with actual characters.
This is my first time writing anything beyond schoolwork, so don't expect much. That being said, while I may not have a degree in English, I have been speaking it most of my life my life and that comes with at least a little confidence, so the grammar wont be abysmal at the very least.

RWBY: A Matter of Perspective

As I lean back onto my hands and stare up into the now dark, starry sky, I notice the constellation of the Wyvern prominently displaying itself for all to see. I don't normally take the time to gaze at the stars, but it's strangely calming, feeling the wind on my skin as the stars and constellations make themselves known to me.


"Yawn," I let out a long tired yawn, and I feel my eyelids become heavier.


Great both tired and hungry, how wonderful. I guess now I have something to distract me from the hunger I've accrued from unknowingly skipping dinner, I guess. Regardless, I'm not eating tonight, so at least the exhaustion will make it easier to sleep through the night.


I feel exhaustion flood in like a tsunami, and it seems like all the culminating fatigue from this overly long and trying day hits me like a truck. I feel as if I could just lay down and close my eyes here without another care in the world, but, fortunately, the want for a soft bed overwhelms the immediate need for sleep.


 I laboriously pull myself off the side of the cliff and stand; everything seems to take so much more effort when you're tired. With my only motivation being to sleep till tomorrow, I slowly trudge back to the dorm building.


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After a while I finally found myself in front of my team's dorm, so I pulled out my scroll once again to unlock it, and find respite in the form of a comfy bed in the middle of the room.


As I reach for the door handle, I freeze, what if the rest of my team are already in there? I don't know what to do? How would I face them? What would I say?


No, calm down. There's no point in worrying about it now…


With exhaustion overpowering my social anxiety, I fully put my hand on the knob and gently opened the door, revealing a dark room; an empty dark room.


"Haaa," I let out a breath that I didn't know I was holding, as I realized that I was the only one here.


I don't even bother turning on the lights. I just close the door and throw off my shoes before collapsing onto my bed. The lul of sleep almost seems too much to resist, but subconsciously I let out a few words.


"Good night," I groggily spoke out, but my words were only returned by silence.


The silence of the room almost seems crushing, and lonely. I don't remember falling asleep alone feeling this…suffocating, but here we are. I guess I was more reliant on the team than I had realized…


Where are they anyway? At that question, I  groggily pulled out my scroll once again in order to check the time.


It's late, too late. They are usually here sleeping by now…


I better...check...on...them...….zzz.


Long Day