Jellax - A Scribes Tale

Even the writer of a story has a story of their own to tell. I have been so busy writing down the other's stories, that I forgot about my own. A story about how I, the Scribe was saved by the Queen herself. This is my tale.

My name is John, and I am a writer. Over the years, I wrote many stories and people loved them. Recently however, I found I could no longer write the way I used too, and soon it became where I couldn't write a story at all. People became upset and saddened that I could no longer write, and sometimes I would receive complaints in the mail about it. It saddened me that there was nothing I could do.

Two weeks later I received a strange letter from someone. Inside there was a message that told me that they knew how I felt and could help me. I was told to head to the local park at midnight to meet the writer. The writer didn't leave a name, but they did leave the letter J at the bottom of the page. I pondered about the letter for a few minutes, wondering if I should go or not. I had received some odd letters before, but this one somehow seemed genuine.

Nightfall came, and the hours slowly ticked by until it was midnight. I entered the park and made my way towards the center and sat down on a bench. Minutes passed and I saw no one else in the park besides me. I began to wonder if this was a prank, and was about to get up and leave when I heard a voice behind me.

"I have read your works and I must say I'm impressed with how you write." the voice said.

I nearly fell out of the bench as I turned around to see a feminine creature standing behind me.

"Who are you?" I asked.
"Me? I am Queen Jamanen my dear, but you may call me Jamanen." she replied.
"Jamanen? What do you want?" I asked again.
"I am in need of someone of your talents, and I would like your help." Jamanen replied as she walked out of the shadows and into the light.
I gasped a little as she came into the light. Jamanen was completely made up of red slime, with green eyes, and a yellow bowtie around her neck.
"Someone of my talent? If you had asked weeks ago I would've said yes, but now I can no longer write." I managed to say.
"I can help you write again, but your problem was not that you can no longer write. It is that you could no longer find anything worthy of writing." Jamanen said with a smile.
"Do you really think so?" I asked.
Jamanen nodded and replied, "If you come with me, you will be able to write stories that you never dreamed of writing. Hear and see things you never would've thought be possible. Most importantly, you will be able to write it all down, and create wonderful stories."
I was very intrigued by this offer. "What do I have to do to be able to experience this?" I asked.
"A very simple thing, all you must do, is accept my gift." Jamanen explained.

I nodded in agreement, and Jamanen beckoned me closer to her. When I got close enough, I felt something pierce my skin. Looking down I saw a red blade sticking out of my chest, being held by Jamanen. I should've felt pain and betrayal, but I didn't. Instead, I felt a tingling sensation that began to spread over my body. It gave way to warmth and a peaceful feeling as my body turned to match the same red as Jamanen as I began to feel my body melting away. I could feel Jamanen's love and warmth in my mind as she called to me to stand up. I stood up in front of Jamanen, my Queen, as she tied a red bowtie around my neck. Her hands felt so smooth on my skin as I looked down at myself. I had become just like her, made up of the red slime, with green eyes and my very own bowtie. I could feel others in my mind as well, all welcoming me to the fold. Jamanen took my hand, and created a portal and transported us to Nemesis.

"Welcome to your new home John. Many others will join with us to be happy together." Jamanen said.
"How may I help you my Queen?" I asked.
"Some of those here have a special story to tell about how they were saved by our gift. Your job now, is to seek out those special stories from those that have joined with us, and write them down. Your name will become the Scribe as you write these stories down." Jamanen explained.
"As you wish my Queen." I answered.
"Now you have something to write about John. Go, find and write down those special stories. I leave it up to you on how to go at it." Jamanen said with a smile.

I nodded and immediately headed to where two girls were sitting in the back. In an instant I knew who they were, and I knew that had a special story to tell. The Twins, Jasmine and Mercy welcomed me warmly as I sat down beside them. I noticed that their feet and lower legs were melted together as they sat next to each other. I created tools to transcribe what they said to words. I would take the stories that I would find and put them together to create a book for my Queen. I would call the book, The Jellax Chronicles, Tales of the Blessed Liberation. I listened carefully, not missing a single word the Twins said as they began their stories, as I began to write.