The Universal Records: Alex Lunaris

A book was lying in front of the child and his mother. The title, adorned with gold flakes and set in soft, worn leather, read 'The Universal Records: Alex Lunaris', lacking any sort of flashiness that would be expected with the title being as imposing as it is. 

"Mum… What is this book about?" The boy asks, facing his mother, who looks down upon him while smiling and ruffling the boy's hair.

"This is a gift from your Abuela, Pallas, a record containing the story of her wife Alex." She replies softly before opening the book while the small boy sitting in her lap looked down at the book with unbridled curiosity. A purple-tinted hologram appeared above the book, displaying a woman with long, flowing platinum blonde hair. Her purple eyes seemed to contain the entire universe, yet they were the kindest eyes he had ever seen, other than his mother. This woman had pale skin, lips tinted by dark purple lipstick. She looked like a witch from legends, with a lavender robe and a pointy hat to match. As Pallas was admiring the woman, she suddenly sprang to life, a contrast to her previous picture-like state, and spoke in a playful tone.

"Heya kiddo, seeing as you opened this book, you must be a descendant of mine…" she begins while moving to grab a chair. She places it down with the back facing the device which was recording her. The woman sits down, leaning on the back of her chair with a mischievous smile playing across her face while continuing to speak.

"Lovely to meet you. I am Alex Lunaris, the creator of this little diary, or Record as it's called. I won't ask for your name as this is a recording and thus I cannot reply to you, so don't even bother. Out of courtesy, before the story begins, I would like to at least introduce myself, to be polite. Anyway, I won't take any more time. It's time I recounted my story. Enjoy it, kiddo, I'll see you soon." After the recording finishes, the page turns on its own, opening up to a page full of words. After the message had settled in for Pallas and his mother, they attempted to continue reading the book. Before they could, however, the words erupted from the page, enveloping the pair before a childlike figure resembling a younger Alex formed. The figure opens its ethereal mouth, made up of black writing to speak. Thus 'the Record of Alex Lunaris' begins with the figure saying:

"This story begins in a castle above the sky…"