Chapter Three

This chapter probably is the core of the whole story, without it, none of the rest of the book could exist.  The idea of George and Evylin having their avatar coding seen as virus, enables them to talk and communicate like no one else in the game.

How I came up with this idea, beats me.  I simply do not know.  Most of my ideas are like sunsets; there for a short moment only.  If I look the other way, then they are gone.  Another way to describe them would be to say they are like riding a raging river or surfing a huge wave.  Once I have fallen off my board, or out of my boat, there is no way of getting back in or on.  I have to wait for another one.

So I type and type and ride the waves.  Some are big and some are small, but they are all inspiring.  What is strange is how they never come in the right order.  It’s a bit like being given the pieces to a jigsaw puzzle.  Sometimes I do not see the connection for weeks.

The idea of the vault is a tumbling surfing idea.  In my mind, I see it as a room of pure marble.  Carved out from the inside of a huge block.  It is smooth and seamless; perfect and beautiful.

And in this perfect room is Evylin. 

George’s first encounter is with her butt.  The perfect formed butt, in a perfect formed room. This does two things. First, it tells the reader this is not a story for younger kids, and secondly, it introduces the theme: lust, love, and naivety.

At this point, George is in fact only looking at her.  He is not thinking ‘corr!’ or ‘yeah!’ or any other terms of lustful appreciation – although it is a ‘great ass’ and belongs to a ‘great body’ with drop-dead beautiful eyes.  George does not have any carnal lusts at this point. 

When I was younger, I did not notice such things either.  Like George, I was too much into my own game of life.  Mine was all about creation and writing something beautiful.  I have made songs, sculptures, and books in my attempt to do this.  There has never been a corr and yeah stage in my life so far, and hopefully there never will be.  Again, perhaps this is the reason for the above-mentioned theme.

Which brings us to the point of Evylin.  For those who are curious, she is fictitious.  She is not based on anyone I know.  I have to say this, as if she did exist and I knew her, how stupid am I, letting her get away?  So, readers, although it would have been wonderful to be able to claim my very own Beatrice Portinari, I do not. (Smile.)  Evylin is just another beautiful, kick ass girl, which is not an original fantasy either (Charlie’s Angels, is to name but one, LOL) but hopefully, I have managed to add a new twist to her role.

By edwardholden

I have been lots of things to many people. Some nice, and some... well not so nice. Now I am older and less worried about what people think of me. My past is colorful, sad and happy. Filled with lots of unique people. I have been blessed in this way. I have walked with people in all walks of life, and I have loved each journey, and each and everyone of them. Now, I write. It is a new road. It is not a highway or a crossroad. It leads me somewhere though, and as I have always spent my life travelling, this suits me fine.

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