"Speak of the devil." said Huck as they pointed at a flying red headed boy of about 10-12 years old, wearing
only a loincloth made out of leaves, and a pan flute.
"What the hell? He is floating!" you said in astonishment.
"He is Peter Pan after all!" said Tom.
Still surprised, you came to the conclusion, "If he is Peter, then that means... you really are Tom Sawyer and
Huck Finn!"
"Yes, we told you." said the naked boy.
"Come on, the others wait!" said Peter dragging you off.
"Others? Let me get dressed then." you say.
"Nah, it may actually be better if we go this way for the introduction." said Tom.
"What? You say starting to feel self-conscious.
You walked away into the forest until they reached a cave. There you met the others and as they told you most
of them are naked or partially naked.
Among the naked ones there was: Tarzan, wearing a only a knife. Mowgli the man-cub watching over the fire,
Piere Semyonov, nicknamed "The Kid" beside the hindi boy, and Shasta a north american native also raise by
wolves. Also a pair of twins that later were revealed to be Romulus and Remus. However only Shasta and the Kid
worked as translators for this boys since they all talked in guttural sounds.
The others wearing a loincloth, were Jack "Korak", the son of Tarzan, Richard Lestrange and his son Dick
"Taori" Lestrange, Ralph a british boy wearing the remains of his underwear and a conch, finally Fergus an
Irish boy and Sambo, a black boy, who said that since everyone was wearing so little, he may charge nude as
well said the irish one, and while he didn't wore clothes anyone chasing him would turn into butter said the
black boy.
You were amazed at seeing all these literary figures, so selected literary figures, after the amazement wears
off, you begin asking the regular questions, specially since although there's a couple of fathers and sons,
they all appear the same age, the oldest being 15 at most. Ralph being the most talkative of them all begins.
"You are in a world created by the human imagination, like you we were born, but during our life we played the
part it was written. Once our story is finished we come to this place were we are masters of our own destiny.
The eldest between us Characters have contacted your world via dreams, and came to this conclusion. We came to
accept it, since as long as we are remembered we are alive." explained the british boy.
"I see... that's fantastic!" you say.
"But, we are still susceptible to the influence of mortals who became Writers, we only invite Readers to come
here during their dreams." continued Ralph.
"So I'm sleeping?" you ask.
"No! You read a book created by mages from this side to contact people from your side. In the event we needed
one of you. But, one of those books came in possession of a Writer, and it's using his power to enslave us
all. Only few remain, and we are one of those cells, we are the Ferals, for obvious reasons."
"So you want me to write for you or something?" you say confused.
"You are a Reader, not a Writer, but you have power here. As long as we are close to you, and you remember us,
he can't change us, an perhaps you can revert the changes of the ones already affected, even know Tarzan,
Romulus, Remus, Mowlgi, Richard, Korak and Taori have been affected reduced into their current state. We need
you, what do you say?"