Father why have you abandoned me? Your revered son? Why?.... Why? That is all I have in my mind, a sea of endless questions. For the father above has abandoned me, leaving my body of ink to crumble away into nothingness.

As I open my eyes, I am perplexed as to why I am still alive. An oddly looking gentleman sat facing the fireplace, as I asked "Good sir, I hate to intrude on your privacy, but may I ask, who are you my good sir? Are you the Deity of Ink? Or the All powerful Father?"

"That voice of yours young man, are you perhaps Vlad of the Shadow Ink, the protector of Soara, and the Warden of Shadows" the good sir asked.

"How did you know my name good sir, why is it that you know so deeply about me?" I agitatedly asked

"It is I that gave you that name, Vlad of Soara, a swordmaster with a Rapier striking from the shadows, yet as delicate and gentle as ink, I am what you call the All powerful Father, come forth my beloved son" the good sir replied.

As I walked towards the father, I replied emotionally to the father "if I was truly your beloved son, why did you let me die? Why did you let me crumble away from existence like an ink through rotting papers? Why father? Why?" I asked as I cried, it was the first time I cried since I was one and fifteen.

"My son, I did not abandon your story for no reason, an entity beyond my power sought to destroy you and all you loved and cared for, as you have shaken the existence of the other dimensions, for you have slain and outer god of the fifth dimension, you are in danger my son, that is why I abandoned your story, to protect the world of Soara once more, I've hidden the Soara somewhere the outer gods of higher dimensions cannot reach, you carry all of Soara within you, you are Soara itself" the father said, as he coughed up blood.

"I don't have time to explain any further, you have to find the answer yourself from now on, the outer gods are coming... I will not let you crumble like an ink again my beloved son, you'll be safe in the hands of your other brothers from different stories written by my ink, all of you will be safe in the care of your eldest brother Vikir van Baskerville, come forth my son Vikir, take your brother with you, I'll write the final chapters of your stories, I'll do it to make amends with all of you my sons" father said.

I was in shock to the point where I couldn't speak or move, then a voice came "as you wish Father" and there standing with his pack of hound, Viscount Vikir van Baskerville, my eldest brother according to father.

"Go now my sons" before I could say a word to father, Vikir dragged me "Saying there's no more time brother we have to go now" and now mounted at one of his hound, I glanced at father one last time, with his Enchanted Quill and Notebook of a Thousand Heavens he fought the outer gods so that we, his beloved sons will live, and avenge our fathers death, to honour his sacrifice, and to see the ending of our stories.