Imagination

Imagination

Prologue

Imagination.... What is imagination? It is the gift to imagine things that are more wonderful than reality could ever be. Those of us who are gifted with it, are inventive and some of us can use that gift to entertain others. We can take those people to worlds beyond their wildest... imaginations.

There are those who put their gift to use for money, while others only want to entertain. For the latter the greatest satisfaction is, if someone loves what they have created, while the former only care for how much cash is on their bank account at the end of the month.

Me? I was one of the latter, doing what I did solely to entertain others. The very idea of writing has always thrilled me, even though I never had the guts to actually let others read what I wrote. It was enough for me to know that, somewhere out there, there might be someone who would enjoy my work.

That was until I joined one particular fandom. A fandom that was all about love and tolerance. A friend had gotten me into it, and I couldn't thank that friend enough, for it was her who encouraged me to publish what I wrote in the form of a fanfiction.

I may say I can't thank her enough, yet I also curse her for what she brought upon me. Never, even in my wildest dreams, would I have imagined what would happen to me. My life got completely turned upside down.

Authors... We imagine things and weave our thoughts into words. We give birth to many characters and we kill them when we think that their time has come, or we just want to get rid of them... In short, we are playing god. But what harm can it do? They are only fictional characters, right?

And that is where we are wrong. “I think, so I am.”, as the saying goes. But what do we do when we write about one of our very own characters? We try to imagine how that characters may think, and how they might interact with others. We put them through hardships and relationships, always projecting a part of our own thoughts into them... So.... would it be so crazy to think that they are actually alive in a way? Animated by our own thoughts?

My name is Zeomak Seline Salchar, and this is my story about how I learned that my creations may not be so fictional after all....