At the crossroads of nothing and nowhere was a room quite alike many you may have known. The room was lit with the flickering flames of a fire that has been burning in an old mottled fireplace since time began. The room was somewhat sparsely decorated, only having an intricately designed rug sitting on a well-maintained hardwood floor and a single large luxurious chair sat lonely in front of the dancing flames. Sitting in the chair was an ambiguous being only dictated by the perception of the ones who dare look, a stark white smile stretched impossibly wide across its face. Of course, dear reader, that devilishly handsome being is me, well 'being' is one way of describing what I am. I, of course, am the narrator, the ever-ambiguous silent orator that spins tales to entertain the ones who listen. It is a position I have been forced into, and one I have learned to comply with in this abstraction called 'life'.

This tale has been pilfered from Royal Road. If found on Amazon, kindly file a report.

Now I know that me introducing myself isn't quite a normal way to start a tale, but every now and then it helps to build a little trust between us, right reader? Eh trust might not mean as much nowadays, but I am a bit old fashioned in my beliefs. Now let us get immersed into this world with Alex, an infuriatingly average boy to spin a tale about, yet entertainment is my existence and thus I will do my best to be your dancing monkey.