For a guy who hasn't had any food in the last 4 days it wasn't long before Jonny 's belly was full.

Drew was on the phone txting while looking over something on his computer, every once in a while he would reach for his coffee mug find it empty frown and put it back.

Jonny shook his head and made up a plate of eggs, some toast that had gotten soggy from the butter in the pan, and bacon for his uncle sticking a fork in it and setting it down next to his key board before picking up his mug to get him some more coffee.

"good man." Drew said distractedly as he picked up a slice of the Bacon.

Jonny got himself another cup of coffee and sat down in the couch he noticed a lump in his pocket and it took him a few moments to remember that he had grabbed that book the dog had ben chewing on as he left his room.

'of corse I forgot my phone but I grabed this fucking book.' Jonny thought annoyed with himself then it stuck him 'this book is what that dog was chewing on... that it got form a rat in the tunnels. Was this loot? But why give a book to a dog? Unless it wasn't being given to the dog but to him.' that thought made Jonny 's legs feel numb if he thought about it that way then the question was who or what was doing the giving?

Jonny nealy asked for Drew's lighter to burn the damn thing right here and now. He didn't though because he had erned this little gray book he had rescued the dog he had killed the dog went it attacked him and if something had wanted him to read it then it was all the more reason to do so.

Jonny pulled the book out of his pocket looking it over he saw it was less a book and more a pamphlet with big ideas it couldn't Have ben more then 10 pages long. He wondered if it really was some sort of message meant to be seen and read by some one.

Jonny just hoped it wasn't meant for him. He didn't know what he would do if it turned out he was supposed to be going on some grand quest like something out of a fantasy novel.

Taking a deep breath Jonny opened it to the first page. The things written in the book didn't look like words it looked more like some sort of tally marks as if some one had ben counting something, but the dashes were wrong. The more he looked at it the more it seamed like a child trying to figure out the difference between T, F, I, and L.

Jonny just stared at it wondering if he was putting too much stock into some bit of trash the dog just so happened to pick up in its teeth when with a flash the book vanished from his hands and was replaced with one of those blue pop up windows.

"You have gained the Journal of Srit Wells-thrope the Ever Repeated. This Journal contains notes from Srit to himself to help guide him in his life. Would you like to read it now?"

Jonny was almost afraid of what would happen if he said no then he was worried about what would happen if he said yes.

"yes..." Jonny whispered watching like a hawk to see what would happen.

The blue box blinked off and the book appeared floating in the air in front of him open to the first page waiting for him to take it.

Jonny reached out and took the book noticing that this time it was written in english. Glancing up Jonny saw that Drew was till working fork full of eggs hanging in the air as he studied his computer screen.

Seeing no reason why not Jonny began to read he noticed there were certain words that seamed almost to glitch when he read them almost as if the book wasn't sure it was in fact the right words.

WHAT JONNY READ

Page 1

Father has said that if a man was going to go out and see the world he'd better write it down or get his 'screens' to watch the world for him, but I don't much like the idea of being watched all the time even if it is cinda just me doing it. Though they say some people will pay money to see men's lives lived out through there own eyes and i've heard tell of people who can steal the 'recordings/memories' right out of your head and leave you with nothing but a hole like a tooth that had fallen out. So better not to risk it I think.

Dad asked me if I was exited to get my 'dreams/visions' tonight and boy was i. With a dad who could lift whole trees out of the grownd and a mom whos 'cooking/alchemy' could make pies tast better then anything els in the world I cant wait to see what I get.

Hope its something use-full jannie's dad just walks around smelling sweet all the time like he's ben dipped in honey. id hate that... I wonder if he has ants after him like the time I forgot to put the lid back on the honey pot after tee? I wonder if hed get mad at me for asking. probably a boy of '13' should know better after all other wise why would he be getting his 'vision/tutorial'

some say you get 'vision's/first level' when your 13 so your still young enough to learn but old enough to be smart about it.

Better head to bed soon its getting dark out and they say at moon rise the 'visions/sleep/coma' come no matter what your doing so you'd better be laying down as not to hurt yourself.

P.s. I hope I can learn to be a 'wizard/spellweaver' some day dad said that 'farming/grinding' is honest work but I think it would be grand to be able to get my 'level/ranks/powers' up higher then 30 before I die.

JONNY

'what in the hell did that mean? what the fuck was this? the diary of an npc? so what everyone was given a power at 13 and dreams on how to use it?' Jonny remembered how his own dreams those 4 days and realized that mite explain the feeling he had gotten like some one was trying to tell him something only he hadn't gotten the message.

'what would happen if I went back in there?' he wondered 'would I be able to have the visions? finish the dream? learn what all this was about?' it seamed worth the risk to try and find some way back down there maybe with a blow torch and sealing off part of that room so he could try it and see.

He kept reading wondering what els he mite find.

Page 2

I AM BLOODY IMMORTAL.

My 'visions/first lessons' came and the days passed teaching me the standard lessons and showing me what all I had to do to earn 'exp/level points' and rase in 'level/power'. then came the part were I would to be given my 'power/spell/ability' and the 'spirts/tutorial/myself' had something special for me.

They said if I was ever to die my mind would be sent back so I could try again they said how far back was determined by what choices lead to my dieing.

Ma cried tears of joy she was so happy her little boy couldn't really be hurt. Da nearly shed tears of his own grinnen and talking about how one day I mite even get above the tens and maybe il even get to see the Hundreds. I mite even learn what lies beyond even that out there in the lands that any man here would die just to step foot in.

I don't think I could ever forget the happiness i'm feeling today but Ma told me to be sure to write it down as even the biggest 'miracles/powerful works' can seam ordinary after seeing it every day.

Da said my training was to start tomorrow I don't know what I want to do with myself after the basics are over iv got a long 4 years until I can take the tests to be a 'wizard/high educated' but hopefully itl pass by quickly.

JONNY

'so not only did people get there innate power but they could learn to level up and gain magic that wasn't just tied to the screens after all.' Jonny didn't think this jurnal would last long enough to see out the 4 whole years but he hoped there were more hints about this new type of magic.

Jonny noticed immediately the change in the writing it was written in a much neater and well poised hand accustomed to writing but also bold hevy the writer was clearly very angry.

Page 3

'DAMN/fuck/shit on' this 'system/screens/world magic' to HELL.

15 years I had spent lerning the magic arts perfecting my craft and using my ability to live threw the torture of dieing again and again to gain an edge to be a step above my fellow class mates purpusly taking poisions before every test so that I mite lern the questions before hand. Killing myself again and again to always be better to strive for a life outside this stinking dirt pit of a town.

And for what? to end up back here after failing a duel to that oaf Harryet over a matter of marks on my test over his? To accuse me of cheating and then challenge me to knives at dawn was absurd he knew it was my area of expertise having trained in it since the day of my 'awakening/first lessons' and he had chosen the ax as his. What a foolish weapon for one who thinks himself a wizard.

How was I to know his 'power' was to tern all blades he held into energy capable of cutting 'yards/small fields' away from where he stood.

As I lay dying I was already planning my next moves deciding to take a loss to my reputation rather then die here like a fool.

BUT THIS 'DAMNED/fucking' 'SYSTEM/way of the sprits/way powers are made' SENT ME BACK ALL THE WAY TO WHEN I FIRST LERNED TO HOLD KNIVES. AS IF I JUST HADNT PAYED ENOUGH ATTENTION.

I had lost everything I worked so hard for years waisted all to do it again all my level's powers exp symply gone.

I must while it is still fresh write down the things I do remember so that when I take my tests anew I can score higher marks and be given access to higher areas of study.

JONNY

"holy shit." Jonny muttered trying to imagine what it would be like to live so much of his life over again to go back to when he was just a kid and have to sit through classes to go back to school knowing everything he knew now but unsure how to change it or if he even should change anything.

What possible directions mite his life end up in if with a head full of memories from the years head had ben dumped into him. Its not like he remembered anything useful or anything that would help convince his mother to not send him back. He mite even end up in a rubber room telling everyone how things mite tern out.

Jonny shook his head feeling sorry for the man and looked over the title of the journal again. 'ever repeating indeed.'

The next few pages were notes on the magic of there world it seamed there was ways to shape the elements into stones terning even air and fire into tangible forms and then using that traped power for complicated spells using diagrams and chalk to move the energies from one area to another.

It seamed how ever they got there "manna stones" was so common Srit didn't even bother to write it down.

It was frustrating how he now had a book of real magic with spells designed to protect you, clean your house, or even sommen other creatures to fight for you, was in the palm of his hands but he had no magic stones and no way of knowing how or what he was supposed to do to get them.

He didn't even know what his own "power" was if he had even gotten one.

Jonny remembered back in the car the blue box had appeared when he called for it he didn't have time to look it over then but now?

'Menu' Jonny thought sharply bringing up the blue screen. This time the screen popped up but instead of just words it showed a picture silhouette of Jonny himself and beside it was the words "you have 3 modification points to spend"

'what the fuck are modificaion points? wasn't it supposed to just be base stats?' Jonny wondered then he felt his eyelids grow heavy and his body go limp and was glad he was on the couch for when he passed out.

this time his dreams were of himself in a white room surrounded by desks every one of them empty save for the ones in the corners of his eyes were he could hardly see.

a calm soothing voice came out of the air its self and begin explaining, that he had ben upgraded and now his mind and body could be improved upon with effort and will anything he tried for hard enough was possible threw dedication and effort. After compleating certain tasks or achieving certain goals he could level up and enern modification points witch could be used to change himself in ways to help him grow in the direction he wished to more easily.

Anything could be done with the points he simply had to state his desires and alow the modifications to take place.

Things it seamed impossible to symply train could be modified such as changes in appearance or ways to use the system itself were the main purpose of modification points, and that his primary power was “elemental solidification”

Seeing as he had only 3 modification points he wanted to wait on them and talk it over with Drew maybe he could think of things to do that Jonny couldn't.

Jonny didn't wake up right away the dream of the white room fading into another dream and Jonny slept for real this time simply enjoying a good rest.