Journey to the heart of the mind, or don't.
Waldo's gotta be in here somewhere...

Keeping stride you continued forward threw the darknened halls of the frozen palace... The damp crisp air cold to the breath crosses your face as your pace quickens, "its around here somewhere" you think to yourself with high hopes as you come to the end of the hall, a single door of wooden sits before you. You push it open with continued hope as you stagger back in awe, a giant dome of ice like walls scales the roof. Struck with awe you enter, the giant room though stone at the base and icy walls above, is cluttered to the brim with books of all kinds, they lay astray all about on tables and shelves. Your eye suddenly is caught by the odd creature that stands in the middle of the room, though he ignores you while you he flips threw a book he eventually stops and places the book back onto its shelf, and turns to you. Clothed in full body armor and a empty scabbard to his side and a smile on his face, he speaks.

"Greetings" he calls out from afar "Welcome to the library of ice, I am Mewd, keeper of it. Here we keep all fitcion given to the site by writers, authers, AND story makers. Dispite my lack of idea the differnce between the three we have them. Though as this place forever seeks to archive more, if you have a story or two, or more that you wish to be posted on this site, E-mail them to me . Orignal works, and fan fics are welcome. All will get a commentary by myself and if I like your stories enough, it'll get my specail seal which will forever make you better then the rest of civilization. Now, Come, Read to your hearts content of fan fiction, and orignal works." he nods as he finishes, you enter carefully.
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