|Star Crossed Lovers
Author: Mr. Vacan PM
Maxwell, the aspiring Starite collector, has finally found something of value that is not star-shaped. Will he be able to rightfully claim it as his own, or will he fail?Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance - Chapters: 3 - Words: 1,916 - Reviews: 5 - Favs: 3 - Follows: 3 - Updated: 04-05-11 - Published: 11-24-10 - id: 6501815
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Chapter 1: Maxwell
Maxwell had just woken up from his nap under a tree in the middle of the field. He tried to recall his dream, remembering fleeting visions of chasing after the Starites he invariably sought after, every day.
If there was one thing in the world he truly desired, it was those Starites, shining and star-shaped, as golden as the sun itself. Why he had always coveted them, ever since he was young, he could no longer remember. All that was important now was fulfilling various tasks to be rewarded with the precious luminous objects, ranging from the mundane to the life-threatening. Accompanying Maxwell throughout the entirety of his Starite-collecting legacy was his favorite red "rooster helmet", so called by himself for its resemblance to the rooster's head comb, and his trusty notebook.
Maxwell was also uncertain as to when he was first given this magic notebook, with neatly lined pages, and the green cover with a logo of five honeycomb cells, the fifth cell in the center colored red to stand out amongst the white cells. While it looked like an ordinary notebook, it somehow enabled Maxwell to summon before him any object of his choosing, simply by writing the name of the object. This worked for nearly every object he could ever think of, living, non-living, animal, vegetable, mineral, even the seemingly outlandish and ridiculous. This was, of course, how Maxwell was able to complete the requirements to earn his Starites. (He could write "STARITE" itself in the notepad, but the end result was only a false facsimile of the real thing, not nearly as satisfying as an actual Starite.)
Once Maxwell had finished trying to remember his dream, he stood up and took a couple of stretches, ready to find his next objective. Walking idly across the lush fields abundant in grass, Maxwell could feel nothing but the anticipation of holding another Starite in his hands.