(This review contains spoilers! Reader, you have hereby been warned! In fact, I even use direct quotes from the story as a reference!)

Grandpa SyctheRider! I found a precious gemstone that I will use as a catalyst for my new evolution! It's called an 'Eon Fable'! Accipio Mutatio, Grandpa!

There are so many delightful things I want to say to you, all at once, I feel that could speak as fast as possible but no amount of a frenzied pace could match the train of thought I have going on in my mind. My head is pulsing at a million miles an hours in regards to the amazing stories you have shared with me in the wonderfully named Eon Fable, it's difficult to choose even where to start.

Perhaps the best place to begin is with an apology. I know you have been waiting patiently for me to finally finish devouring and digesting all of Eon Fable for quite some time, perhaps close to 2 months almost. But keep in mind that your epic tome was exactly 146,298 words long, dwarfing any other fan made story I have ever had the absolute pleasure of reading. Even so, I am sorry to have taken such a long time to finally finish my complicated analysis to your exquisitely complex fable. I know that somewhere in the seemingly infinite amount of literary wisdom you posses, you may find the courage to forgive me.

Before we get into Eon Fable however, I want to establish a conversation about the unbelievable wisdom you impart on your general information page within the fan fiction website. A few of the nuggets of intuition you impart struck me with aimed brilliance, piercing my acuity of judgment with the tenacity of a diamond tipped arrow, followed by jagged shards of embossed platinum.

Your feelings on receiving long winded reviews is a delicious observation. It would be my honor to make an honest attempt in making this the longest review given on Eon Fable, although I will be talking about your accomplishments outside Eon Fable in the early part of my discussion. But yes, I wholeheartedly agree with you on the emotional value of a very long review. I especially squealed and giggled with merriment in reading your quote "give them a burst of joy and inspiration" description about "the greatest crowning reward a fan fiction author strives for". I absolutely, 100%, agree with you in this regard. And even after concurring with you, I never stopped to consider specifically how this could make the author feel, just by the length of my reply.

The second piece of wisdom that you impart to us, your dear readers, is that music can be interested as a second language. Perhaps even a universal language. Especially when you said that 'every time you stimulate your appreciation of music, you also improve your grasp of the written and spoken word.' This is perhaps the single most profound thing I have ever read, anywhere. I never stopped to think about the connections between music and literary understanding. I want to give you an inside look into how I manage to dive straight into these stories. I always have music going, playing dark ambiance on tethered tones in however I think matches the current storyline best. I also have music playing when writing reviews and comments to authors, I have always found that it enhances my ability to be articulate and exactly annunciate the words and descriptions that I think fit best with what I want to say. You are the ONLY, I repeat, the ONLY person to have pointed this out in public. This was an astonishing and frankly terrifying personal insight that I must profusely thank you for bringing up. The truth of music being a catalyst to the mind is a mesmerizingly fabulous facet of our physiology. At some point in the future, we should have a discussion on which music is best suited for which type of story is best. Or what music is most beneficial to help along with creating a shimmeringly favorable review that would warm the heart of the author who would bask in it's undeniable glory.

Now at this point, I would like to say something extraordinarily important as we begin the analysis of Eon Fable. Please hear me on this, as it may be the most important thing I have to say in regards to my deep personal feelings on the quality of the writing and character development.

Grandpa SyctheRider, it is my overwhelming, astronomical belief that you have the making of a master television writer. The magnitude of the political backstabbing and emotional cloak and daggers present in Hyacinth's chapter 5 'The Mind' is right up there with all the greatest television dramas of our time, including Game Of Thrones and Breaking Bad. Your resounding vision of the characters and the evolving plot could easily be next summer's blazing Hollywood blockbuster. Especially with the fantastic plot twist at the end where it's revealed what's happening with Hyacinth and her self-induced hypnosis. After that authoritative revelation, I am tempted to ask if you played a hand on the writing staff of the movie Inception. The high quality of the evolving plot is top notch and truly god tier. I briefly read some of the other reviews already present on the fan fiction website posted by other readers, and many of them are citing chapter 5 as the premier chapter of the epic saga known as Eon Fable.

Grandpa, they are not wrong! Chapter 5 is on another level entirely! Halfway through it I could not even believe I was reading a pet project from a hobbyist fan fiction writer. I thought for sure this was a developed and polished script for a new film or television concept. You have been blessed with a unique talent that is made of star stuff. The realm of talent you have achieved with this chapter is that of a gifted savant. Many of the movies and TV shows I have actually watched are not even CLOSE to being at the standards of Eon Fable!

The final idea I want to brood upon before getting into the concrete examples of literary fascination. When I first met you, Grandpa SyctheRider, I did not know the true meaning of your relationship with our beloved mutual acquaintance GeminiSaint. Judging by his position of a native Spanish speaker, I thought for sure your relationship was all about merely acting as a proof reader so that Gemini's works could be efficiently translated into English so that the North American world could finally enjoy them. But once I FINALLY got deep enough into your personal artistic literary work, I made an enormous epiphany... which was... you could actually be considered his teacher, or at least his mentor. That with your long-term experience in writing and crafting the mysterious arts of the 'story', you shared your knowledge and experience with Gemini. So that it would facilitate his flourishing desire of continuing to walk the path of a graphic novel author. So that he could increase the quality of his stories and form a more abundant readership for all the many decades into the future. I wonder how much of My Mate may have been influenced by your benevolent relationship with him? How does it feel to play the role of the literary guardian, and help shape the mind and works of another author as part of a deep, mutually beneficial partnership? The feeling must be positively biblical!

I know I've seen some disagreement about whether or not you would claim the title of Gemini's mentor or teacher, but it was just a passing idealistic concept that was fleeing through my mind as gorged myself on the illustrious Eon Fable.

With our early pleasantries out of the way, I will now begin to get into some literary specifics. Join me, won't you, Grandpa?

There are some very poetic passages that caught me off guard with how romanticized and radiant they were. For example, in the prologue, we start off strong with "The blessing that was his birthright." Something about this passage catches my mind and throws me into a river of possibility. What a strong way to begin a new story. We are talking about his Birthright, for freakin' sake. This author means damn straight business about his characters, that's for sure!

More than just your unyielding power of building worlds and crafting characters, we again meet more timeless elegance in the poetry presented in the text. This passage especially drove me up a wall for being like a chocolate box of words, and brimming with perfection:
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"But my son… he could be anything.
If he desired to soar the skies with the birds, he could.
If he desired to slice through the ocean's currents on the wicked fins of a fish, he could.
If he desired to tunnel underground and dwell in the deep, murky hallows of the earth, to walk amidst the raging flames unharmed, or to snuggle beneath the taiga's snow like a warm comforter as the bitter and cruel winds of the north sang him a calming lullaby, he could.
It would be his choice. When the time would come, he would choose.
Such a beautiful choice, it would be.
He only needed to walk the earth and find that place which called to him, that place which he felt he truly belonged."
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I know we discussed this before in our special place, but I would like to call mention to it again. It seems incredible that you would write so powerfully about the slow gradual loss of a child without there being some truth in your own real, actual life experiences. And not just the eventual loss of the son, but also the magnificent poetry describing the kit growing up throughout the early parts of the prologue. Surely, something in a vague semblance must have occurred in the real life of the author? I know you said nothing had personally affected you to, to inspire this the dialogue of this prologue. But surely, if you search deep enough, something at least must have influenced you to call it as a source of inspiration about the challenges of grief present in the prologue. I would know of anything, if you choose to share it.

Another splendid poetic piece of writing. "Worry struck my heart like the venom of a viper". The daunting, incredible feelings of loss the father is feeling when the son just disappears. It strikes me as purely amazing. And the subtle nuance of the child telling his mother things but not his father. This is so prevalent in our society, the favoritism of parents from the perspective of children. How did you capture all of these feelings into writing if truly nothing was going on in real life to propel you into a literary journey about it?

It's so very cute how you work in these little subtle pieces of writing that reflect on the true nature of our heroes in the story. Such as "On one paw" instead of "on one hand" like we would personally say. Hah, that's damn clever! Congratulations on that little sublime idea.

Again, I absolutely crave how you work in the poetry to the description of how these characters are feeling, with reflections on how they perceive the environment. Here's such a passage.
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"These questions distracted us as we traveled. We climbed mountains, never noticing the majestic, billowing formations of the clouds in the sky. We crossed prairies, never stopping to appreciate the golden stalks of grass which surrounded us as they bent in rhythm to the winds. We followed the seaside for hours, never caring how the waves sparked, or how the sun turned red and purple as it sank deep down into the depths."
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I was impressed with the sudden and extreme nature of how the Father character immediately sinks his fangs into the ground in response to something his son's wife says. The reader is able to immediately grasp the dreaded nature of the situation with this sudden, unpredictable reaction from the father. I admire how it just happens instantly with no warning whatsoever. Especially such a strange behavior of biting into the ground, it really shows the mental instability the father must be feeling right at that very moment of learning the unspeakable truth to the fate of his son. The exact quote was "I dug my fangs into the floor, lamenting my failure as a father."

Further speaking of accomplished passages, this one "With the time I had purchased through my weakness". Great use of the word 'purchase'! The father further shows the reader his disdain for his own perceived weakness of being, and that he wished for a much greater fortitude to fight the onslaught of emotional challenges of losing his son.

I found it very interesting how the father doesn't want his son to be dishonest with him, but yet the father is dishonest with both himself and his mate in regards to speaking honestly about the desire to have another child. This dichotomy was a well-rounded instrument to continue to develop the father figure's personality and lifelike flaws for the reader to admire.

Speaking about the lack of decision making in regards to the son deciding not to evolve into another, more powerful form. Could this be a metaphor for a criticism on the uselessness of nostalgia and the subsequent refusal to grow up? Maybe, perhaps, the author is making a comment on society in general, that we cannot remain children forever? The hard, difficult choices of an adult's life cannot be truly avoided, and those who seek to dodge adulthood, are making a foolish, childish mistake.

Question about the parents in the prologue. Were they themselves ever evolved? Please forgive me if I missed this passage anywhere. I swear to you, Grandpa, I was not reading quickly or skimming. I was going slowly, digesting each sentence at a time. I don't remember reading anything about which evolutionary path the parents took for themselves. Was this simply not important to the story? Or just irrelevant? Outside the scope of the prologue? I would hope the parents actually DID make a solid choice for evolving, otherwise this could be interpreted by the readers as a possible hypocrisy with how the Father laments the son's inability to make a choice in which form of evolution he wanted to take. Please enlighten me if so desired.

I wonder if this next passage is a critique of the increasingly complex creature that society is constantly evolving into.
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"But the choice was destroying him. He said he was overwhelmed by the choices, and he could never decide which choice was right for him. He said that he couldn't bear the thought of evolving and having all of the other possibilities taken away from him. He said it hurt every time he thought about it. And he said, that's why he didn't answer you when you asked. Because he already realized he would never be happy. No matter how he would evolve, he would never be happy."
I dug my fangs into the floor, lamenting my failure as a father. It was finally now, now that I had lost him, that I finally understood him."
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I know that many teenagers and young adults in the present age have a deeply serious amount of future possibilities in which they must consider. Should they go to college? If so, how best to pay the enormous cost of it? It is really worth all that money? And what about student loans, are they so predatory in nature that the entire idea should just be avoided at all costs? Can success really be achieved without a college degree? Why are the parents and elders of our generation constantly telling us that we have to make such a terrifying choice? Could your literary work here be a subtle nod in that direction?

One other thing I wanted to mention about the father and mother figures in regards to their son's decisions. Again, please correct me if I'm wrong. Did they only have one child of their own, simply considering having a 2nd child possibly down the road? Then how in the holy graces of god did their son manage to make 18, yes eighteen, children with his wife? I am not well versed in the distinct realm of the pokemon world, so is such a thing really possible? Is it achievable for a female to get pregnant with 18 freakin' (lol) children just like that? When the father's mother in this case herself only ever just had one child? And it seems with Eon Fable, since we only follow the story of just a few of the children into the future, what was the artistic reasoning behind the decision to have the murdered son leave behind an astonishing 18 children? I find this a curious scholarly choice, please enlighten!

The vignette of the prologue was wonderfully extravagant. The critiques and careful comments on how one should approach change, with a survivor's instinct or with a tender embrace and hope for the future. One thing is made crystal clear in the prologue, is that change is inevitable and unable to be avoided. Even so, how does someone know for sure if they have made the correct choices all along? The possibility of regret is always looming over each and every one us. Finally, I loved how you dedicated the entirety of the fable to the reader, whom you refer to as the listener. Bulletproof choice of dedication!

Moving into chapter 2, which was our lady of the water Jasmine's chapter. Lynn does make the statement that Jasmine has good instincts and they won't lead her wrong. But Jasmine could not even swim or maneuver in water without a direct lesson from Lynn himself. In fact Brunt even comments about his own time being thrown into the water for the first time. Then he says, "I'm real sorry for chucking you off into the water. That's what my dad did to me, and it worked fine. Instincts kicked right in. So, I thought it would do the same for you."

So it seems that Lynn's comment about Jasmine supposedly having good instincts might actually be a bit off base. Lynn is also supposed to be a very experienced water fox, so such a odd disparity between his comments and reality seems slightly out of character. Perhaps he was just trying to act with a supporting role model tone to his dialogue for Jasmine to hear. Although, he is her teacher, and this relationship complicates the fact that he might be wrong about her supposed instincts in becoming a water fox. Although it is true that Jasmine eventually does master the water fox technique, and as such could claim superior instincts, she had to be taught by Lynn to get to that point. Instincts are supposed to be inherent knowledge that is present without any external instruction, though. How should we proceed with this dichotomy?

More so with Jasmine's chapter, I noticed the mention of staring out into the ocean as a powerful potential symbolism. Is this a metaphorical throwback to her father's inability to evolve, with all the possible options just staring her in the face? How can she choose which evolution to make, since it's just like staring out into the ocean? There are so many directions to go in, and impossible to know which is the best and correct choice. Especially for her age, she likely feels overwhelmed with all the possibilities staring her down. Much like trying to bury the ocean, it seems impossible!

This next passage is a marvelous point of view on our tendency as people to allow the past to destroy our lives. We constantly ask and wonder if the decisions we make are really the best ones which could bring us the most success.
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"He grins and me, and he says, "Well, I've got news for you, my dear. You'll never figure it out at this rate. The only way to find out for sure is to just say the words and evolve. Then ten years down the line, maybe, you'll finally be able to decide whether it was a good choice or not. But that's the thing! It's going to be a blind leap of faith no matter how you look at it. Most things in life are like that. And you can only tell so much about the future before you cross the point of no return. If everyone had the power to go back in time and do things differently, this world of ours wouldn't make much sense, would it?"
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Lynn does seem very supportive of Jasmine, though, which is why I think he was just trying to be kind with this instincts comment from earlier. He also seems to attem

This is truly one of the best pieces of literature I have ever read.

It's enjoyable, it's surprising, it makes you feel emotion, and perhaps most importantly: It is thought provoking.

This story presents many concepts and ideas that are hard to swallow, but undeniably reasonable.

While I can not say with 100% confidence that everything taught here is true, or even reasonable, I can confidently say the challenge provided and the thinking they make you do are well worth the read alone.

In parts I agree, in parts I don't, in parts my mind changed, in parts it didn't. But, isn't that the beauty of life? While sometimes you may agree, it's the disagreements that make us truly different. For if we agreed on everything, what truly makes us unique?

This is a very great read. While sad that it may never see the conclusion it perhaps once intended, everything here is well worth the read.

A few minor grammatical errors aside, there was rarely a moment I didn't enjoy. The few unenjoyable moments cleverly worked well to increase the impact of the enjoyable ones.

In conclusion, read this.

Ah man, excellent story. Though so much sadness throughout each chapter still manages to end on a high note. Though... I do wonder what's with the comet.

It's sad knowing you are probably never going to finish this, but what is already here is great anyway. ...I would like to know what's up with the comet, if there was ever an answer, but I shall live regardless.

I keep coming back to this fic. I have re-read the existing chapters many times and I truly cannot wait for the next installment.

The news about Pokemon Sword and Pokemon Shield and the rumors of a new Eeveelution made me rememeber this fic. I like it better than Silver Resistance! Hyacinths tale was amazing. But I think vaporeons is my favorite- the confusion and adaptation to her new life that eventually faded into calm enjoyment and acceptance... ahhhh so good. Her life as a vaporeon may not have been the one she would have picked for herself if you laid all the options out and asked her to choose a future, but clearly works. I love her job with the feraligatr and the idea that one day, she chooses to live at the bottom of the ocean, and ughsldkfjalskdjf i cannot gush about it enough. Im barely coherent here but I hope you get the idea that I just love this fic to the moon.

I eagerly await the next updates. I cant wait to see what new eeveelutions the games come up with. I cant wait for really anything you deign to give us XD

Holy shit, the placement of the gills actually really helped me love this pokemon more! For the longest while, I wondered where they could be? Perhaps they were hidden behind the neck frill thingy, or maybe they just absorbed oxygen from their skin like a frog. But somehow, my mind didn't come up with the genius storytelling idea of the gills being inside the throat!

Thank you

Warning: SPOILERS! If you haven’t already, go back and read what exists of the story first… You’ll be doing yourself a favor!
This one's a gem! In more ways than one...
I've seen two or three of these types of stories around the site- I've even considered writing one someday -But the amount of thought and care that went into the crafting of this is INCREDIBLE.

I love the way you've made it so that each evolution gets their own chapter- even the ones that don't (officially) exist -and even made a way for them all to reunite at the end of the story, something I've rarely seen done even in officially published works!
The closed units each have their own stories and focus on different characters, but you also allude to one story within another, while maybe even foreshadowing(?) stories to come...

I think the Eevee and Espeon's stories move me the most (through Flareon's comes close)… Both end on a bittersweet tone, although Espeon's positively leaks dystopian themes, while Eevee's somehow manages to instill both regret and hope in me at the same time...

I'm not as moved by Vaporeon's and Jolteon's (But still moved!).
While Eevee's served as the story's introduction, Vaporeon's story is the first real chapter you've written- a 'trial and error' run -And it's very well written for being 'the first.'

I'm getting 'Game of Thrones' vibes from Flareon's tale (Although it’s hard to draw parallels between Lotus the Flareon and Tyrion Lannister- And thank God), but I think the story itself is very sound- Easily my second favorite story of the entire group. The characters in this one are surprisingly vibrant. While all the other characters up to now are the type you’d find in a Tolkien work, these characters are a little less formal, and far more down to earth- Closer to your other works.
I love what you’ve done with Jolteon’s story. The characters here are perhaps more Tolkien-ish than they’ve ever been before, and it gives the whole story an airy/poetic feel- How fitting that the main character wrote it down as his own story! It’s the least believable of all five, but that’s not a fault- It helps to prepare readers for the emotional rollercoaster that is-
-Story Five: Espeon’s. Out of all the works you’ve ever written, this is my absolute favorite. It has more in common with your other work ‘Silver Resistance’ than the other ones, but stands out-
-Surprisingly-
-For the ending.
You’ve got no idea how many dystopian stories-
-Officially published or not-
-Let their characters get away with an unnaturally happy ending. Here, they barely escape with their lives- and their loot. I like the numbering throughout the story- it helps me find my place, and gives a ‘novella’ feel to it (Even though it’s probably long enough to BE a novella… Oh, well. Not unwelcome.)
I’ve stumbled across art you commissioned (?) so all the existing evolutions seem to be called for, and you make a reference to the ghost-type story in your other work-
-Espeon is my favorite Pokemon (Hence my username), but I’m excited to see what you do with the other evolutions (I’m personally exited for Sylveon, Glaceon, and whatever your name for the Flying-Type one is), and the ones that haven’t been invented yet.
It seems like you’ve abandoned this one for the time being-
-(And I don’t blame you- those chapters are so well made they must have been excruciating to write)-
-But I’ll be waiting here when you finally decide to update…
Signed, SparklingEspeon
-Also, 'Amadeus's comet.' (:

I have to say, this has certainly been quite the interesting story to catch up to, with a really well-written bunch of chapters, I have to add. Each chapter contains its own style of perspective that does its respective Eeveelution justice, and I really have to admire how distinct all these chapters make themselves stand out.

I do like how all of the Eeveelutions' stories so far have been presented in separate chapters that make this whole story feel like a collection of completely different oneshots, all with their own things to take away from them. Jasmine's story was a nice lighthearted introduction to the stories, Lotus' whole experience was a rollercoaster that I'm glad managed to end on a happy note, Dandelion's tale was certainly an engaging tale with him and Suicune all throughout, even with his ending leaving a taste of harsh reality.

Now for Hyacinth's story, which was certainly quite the tone and setting to get used to, but I suppose is fitting considering her role as the eldest and the smartest of her siblings. The events have kept me gripped and hoping as I have for the other chapters, and the sheer volume accomplished by her conclusion felt like a fitting feat for the competent nature she established right from the get-go.

Overrall, I've quite enjoyed the chapters so far with how every chapter is made to feel like its own individual story, as it should, and it shows with how tones and settings are played out. I'm quite interested in how the following chapters for the others are going to unfold. Good work. :)

All these stories are pure amazingness. There isn't any other way to describe them. The Psychic story, especially the end, reminded me of this story I heard. It was called the Starfish Story. Maybe it's just a school thing, or maybe you've heard it too. It's about a little boy on the beach throwing starfish back into the water because they had washed up. A man walks up to him and says, "Why are you wasting your time throwing starfish back in the ocean? There are thousands of starfish on the beach. You can't make a difference." And the boy just smiles. He picks up another starfish, throws it back into the ocean, and says, "I made a difference to that one."
Both the starfish story and this one show that every little thing matters. If you can make a small difference, do it. It's still a difference.
I absolutely love this story. Just... wow. I can't put my awe into words.
I hoped there would be another part to this story for the two-year mark, but unfortunately there wasn't. I plan on checking back regularly.
(I have a habit of telling people things they probably already know. You might have noticed.)

Iris.
It matters about life.

Is there anything planned for the 2 year anniversary of chapter 5? I really want to hear Iris‘s story. Please? This is the only story I regularly check back on in case my notifications aren’t working. Every story has just struck me in the fields. I need more!

This is another amazing chapter! How you describe the city makes it feel so realistic! I have one question though, 'There were Starfish and eels' Were those Staryu's?

This story... Its so beautiful! You have a real talent, seemingly bringing this tale to life! I know Eevee's are now overrated, and 100's of fanfics about them swarm this website... But this one is different, Original... Breathtaking.

that was an incredible amazing prologue

This is absolutely fantastic ! I can't believe it only has five chapters. I really hope that you continue this at some point And that we might one-day see the conclusion. You are incredibly talented and I will have to continue to check in on the story to see if it gets continued .
If you don't, however, I am at least happy that you provided these five chapters for us to enjoy.

That... was... incredible. Really. I've never read any narrative as insightful as this one, nor have I ever met any character as ingenious as Hyacinth. To be honest, I didn't expect much from the Espeon chapter; after all, I had just finished three extremely relatable chapters about Jasmine's leap of faith; Lotus' coming to terms with himself; and Dandelion's fruitless chase after love, only to realize his true calling as a storyteller; all three of which were extremely relatable, as surely everyone has faced an uncertain choice and felt unsure of his or her place and calling. And my first thought upon reaching this chapter, after reading Hyacinth's introduction, was, "Ugh, Hyacinth is such an arrogant, stuck-up girl who happens to be brilliant. Great. Another one of THOSE stories." I almost didn't read this chapter, but I'm glad I read it.

What I love is the complexity of your stories, and their realism, as well as your well-developed characters. When Excalibur Isle was basically revealed to be Airstrip One with the Solaris Fellowship instead of Ingsoc at its head (I do hope I've interpreted all the hints correctly ;D), and when Hyacinth decided she was going to be a villain and do it beautifully, I couldn't see an ending. I knew she was going to turn back eventually, but I couldn't help thinking, what if she didn't? What if she ended up like O'Brien in 1984, a deluded genius? I really wasn't expecting the dreamcatching; to keep up with the 1984 analogy, it was deliberate doublethink done to deceive the rulers of doublethink. When I read that section at first, I couldn't even grasp the concept. It took me a few tries to work it out. Seriously, that was pretty amazing. I don't get how you even come up with stuff like this. I mean, I suppose you write a timeline or some sort of organizational structure, but this sort of thing... doublethink is complicated enough on its own. Heck, 1984 was insightful enough on its own. But I love what you did at the end there; you expanded the 1984-ish society and story into a real lesson, applicable to everyone, and only when I reached the end of the chapter did I realize that this story was probably the most relatable and arguable the one with the most important "moral of the story" thus far.

So, keep it up! I love reading this and I can't wait to see more of it! Thanks for such an awesome story!

~ Storm