Formally speaking, this is not exactly a freewrite, but in the name of freedom, I bring you a piece of writing from an ongoing story that I've been writing for about a year now.

Fairy Tale featuring CubicHoney0146 is the story of a sentient video-game avatar named Cubic Honey who, like Pinocchio, becomes more and more real with every experience and encounter he has.

I am happy to share this work with the kind and awesome people of the Freewriters community for the very first time.

To read the Fairy Tale from the beginning, follow the following link:

https://steemit.com/hive-169911/@william8wayward/fairy-tale-and-and-and-000

And without further ado....

Part 26

After terse nods and clasping of hands, the Squad members went their separate ways. CubicHoney0146 once again found himself alone.

He neatly folded the Invisibility Cloak and the Team Banner that he had been awarded and put them in separate slots of his Magical Backpack.

Strolling down the path some pastoral somewhere, Cubic Honey was approached by a squirrel bearing a rolled-up note for him. He thanked the courier and then unraveled the scroll.

"Dear CubicHoney0146,

Congratulations on your recent completion of the second game in your resume, the Mutant Defense Force Game.

Your bravery shall go down in history.

I am happy to inform you that you are now the owner of 250 MYTH. As I've said before, 1000 MYTH is the prerequisite for entry into the Hall of Legends.

I can't wait to see you there.

-G."

Cubic Honey kept walking, and eventually came to a pool of water alongside the path. He stared a while into the eyes of his reflection, and what he saw there was the depth of his hunger, a mystery, the weakness he felt, and the unexplainable fortitude that carried him forward.

He thought about how far he had come since the time he was generated, and a part of him wondered what had caused that moment to come about. Was it the will of some intelligent design or what is an accident of some whimsical fate that called his sentience into being? And, considering the leaps and bounds of learning by which his own intelligence had grown throughout his experience, what was it that had prompted him to choose his name CubicHoney0146 at that time, or his hair color, eye color, or body type? How had he been capable of anything at all, in that opening instance of darkness and unknowing? And what was there he still didn't know, that upon learning may yet sunder the foundations of all his assumptions?

There were so many questions without answers, and in some sense all these thoughts were a pleasant distraction from the pain in his gut, ever growing.

Were there others like him in this world? he asked himself. Were there others whose gifts were curses, and whose curses were gifts? Were there others who both wondered and felt wonder? And what else could an avatar like himself be like, given different sets of game-play and experience?

After a while, he donned his Magical Backpack and walked on down the trail. Dented Ant had told him to find the Library. Cubic Honey had no idea what kind of a game he would find there, but something told him the answers he wanted to the questions he didn't know how to ask... well anyway, something told him to start there, if he could. In the Spirit of Listening, he set out a-looking.

+10 MYTH

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#fairytale

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