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"The Immortal Thief: A Leap Into Destiny"

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A dramatic fantasy scene unfolding on the edge of a building, as the protagonist faces off with a mysterious figure and makes a daring choice.
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I looked at him and felt the intensity of their eyes on me as if they were lasers cutting through my skin. I carefully tucked my hand into my pocket and pulled out the black and silver coin. I held it up between my thumb and index finger allowing the city lights that were scattered all around us to reflect off of it. Back turned towards the edge, with the cold winds swirling around trying to throw me off balance, the emptiness of the drop clawing at my fear of heights.

“Are you referring to this one?” I taunted, and I could tell that this caught him off-guard.

A smug smile was evident in the man’s face as he took a step closer. “Very well, you’ve made the right decision, kid,” he said, extending his hand. That black and silver coin signified nothing to me; it was worthless to my life. But at that moment, it was the only thing protecting me. So, I did what anyone about to fall off a cliff, literally and metaphorically would do.

I threw the coin as far as I could, right off the building.

The boss’s smug smile turned into a shocked expression; it was priceless. His black penetrating eyes widened. “NO!” he growled, lunging at me in desperation, but I was already towards the edge. I turned my back towards them, my heart going a million beats per minute.

Several pairs of hands reached out in vain as I plunged into the abyss. The cold winds roared in my ears, the city lights blurring into long streaks of color. I fell faster and faster away from the ledge, my life was in danger, and in my mind, everything happened in slow motion. I could hear the furious shouts from above as I closed my eyes, preparing myself for the inevitable. But right before I hit the ground, a bright light surrounded me.

And then, there was an eerie silence.

When I opened my eyes, I was lying in the middle of an empty meadow. The setting sun gave the sky a beautiful orange hue that made the place look like it was from a painting. Just then, I saw a tall figure, almost glowing in the fading light, walking towards me.

My life in New York was bad, but this was worse. At least there, I knew what to expect. Here, I had no clue what was happening. I turned the balled letter in my pocket. Something about that letter and the coin was peculiar. 'Who was I?' I found myself asking the perennial question faced by every fourteen-year-old but with an added complexity.

The figure coming towards me stopped. He was old and his eyes held an ocean of stories. He smiled and knelt beside me. “Welcome, Armaros Deandre. Welcome to the world of immortals, where your real story begins.”

With that, I realized my life had changed forever. From an ordinary street kid in New York to a being in an unknown world, accused of a theft I didn’t understand. Maybe it was a leap from bad to worse. Perhaps it was a leap into a destiny far greater than a fourteen-year-old boy could ever fathom.

This story was generated by user joshua71 with assistance by one of OpenAI’s large-scale language-generation model; prompts used to help generate the story are shown below.

Images were generated with OpenAI's AI system, DALL·E 2, or uploaded by the user.

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Prompt: Hey, My name is Armaros Deandre but you can call me Armar and I’m fourteen. This is the story of how my life went from bad to worse… I had to get out of this city for once and for all, I was done with New York, I was done dealing with people around me blaming me every time something went wrong so I left. I hate stealing in general but to the people who have been making my life a living hell ever since I can remember and I decided to make a one time exception just for them. I ran up the stairs past the lounge and took a right turn right through the double doors into the office. My eyes were sharpened in the darkness and every tiny little noise made me jump. I could feel the vibrations through the floor and hear the pounding of my heart in my ears. I slowly opened the bottom drawer and pulled the box where all the money was kept. I pulled the paperclip out of my pocket and bent it into the perfect shape. I turned the clip left and right and the lock made a soft click as it opened. I grabbed the black and silver coin in it, locked it and put it away hastily shutting the drawer. I froze, someone was turning the door handle. I knew I had seconds to hide so I dove behind the thick black curtains by the windows. The door opened and three people walked in talking and having a heated debate. Only too late did I realize that I left the paperclip on the desk with the chair four feet away from where it started. The guy in the black suit noticed it and frowned, instinctively he opened the bottom drawer and pulled out his key. It opened and he froze… One of the security guards that walked in with him coughed and asked “Is everything okay sir?” The “boss” looked up and raised his voice 'NO everything is not okay’ and chucked the little black money box at the wall ‘LOCK DOWN THE BUILDING, NO ONE LEAVES UNLESS I SAY SO!” The security guards ran out the doors and yelled in their comms “LOCK DOWN THE BUILDING NOW!” The boss overturned his desk and stormed out the door slamming it shut behind him. I quietly moved out of my hiding place and for the first time I noticed an envelope on the floor right by my foot so I did the only thing I should not have done, I picked it up and opened it, I frowned. I had dyslexia and ADHD. I couldn't read this but still I looked at the paper, the words were written in some of the language but somehow I recognized some of the words and phrases like, “Suspects nothing’ and ‘Armaros” I froze… No one and I mean no one knew my full name except me, so what was it doing on this letter? I wanted to get out of that building as fast as possible so I balled the letter up, shoved it in my pocket and ran. I pushed past security guards and other kids but I didn’t care, I just wanted to put as much distance between me and my room as possible in as little time I could. I was almost to the doors when I saw them. The guards standing in front of the doors with the ‘boss’ smiling cruelly trying to hide his fury that ‘someone’ was able to sneak into his office without getting caught by the guards or the cameras. I looked for another way out but every door that led outside was blocked by two guards and or had an active camera watching the exit. There was no way out… except for one way but I hated it, but it was the only way. I turned and bolted towards the stairs as fast as I possibly could and then I looked back towards them… That was a mistake. My eyes met with Mr. ‘Infuriated Boss Guy’ and he yelled something, he knew I was the thief. I ran through the door and slammed it shut behind me with the final view of dozens of guards running towards me. I bolted up the stairs and without looking back… I stumbled through the roof door of the building and ran to the edge and stopped. I was twenty-three stories above the road with no way down. I turned around to see ‘the boss’ smiling cruelly at me with ten guards on each side of him. ‘Did you really think that you could get away with this?’ I responded with ‘uh maybe…’ he laughed ‘end of the line, give it back now.’ I faked a puzzled and clueless ‘Give what back?’ he growled, ‘the coin, Now!’

Response: I looked at him and felt the intensity of their eyes on me as if they were lasers cutting through my skin. I carefully tucked my hand into my pocket and pulled out the black and silver coin. I held it up between my thumb and index finger allowing the city lights that were scattered all around us to reflect off of it. Back turned towards the edge, with the cold winds swirling around trying to throw me off balance, the emptiness of the drop clawing at my fear of heights. “Are you referring to this one?” I taunted, and I could tell that this caught him off-guard. A smug smile was evident in the man’s face as he took a step closer. “Very well, you’ve made the right decision, kid,” he said, extending his hand. That black and silver coin signified nothing to me; it was worthless to my life. But at that moment, it was the only thing protecting me. So, I did what anyone about to fall off a cliff, literally and metaphorically would do. I threw the coin as far as I could, right off the building. The boss’s smug smile turned into a shocked expression; it was priceless. His black penetrating eyes widened. “NO!” he growled, lunging at me in desperation, but I was already towards the edge. I turned my back towards them, my heart going a million beats per minute. Several pairs of hands reached out in vain as I plunged into the abyss. The cold winds roared in my ears, the city lights blurring into long streaks of color. I fell faster and faster away from the ledge, my life was in danger, and in my mind, everything happened in slow motion. I could hear the furious shouts from above as I closed my eyes, preparing myself for the inevitable. But right before I hit the ground, a bright light surrounded me. And then, there was an eerie silence. When I opened my eyes, I was lying in the middle of an empty meadow. The setting sun gave the sky a beautiful orange hue that made the place look like it was from a painting. Just then, I saw a tall figure, almost glowing in the fading light, walking towards me. My life in New York was bad, but this was worse. At least there, I knew what to expect. Here, I had no clue what was happening. I turned the balled letter in my pocket. Something about that letter and the coin was peculiar. 'Who was I?' I found myself asking the perennial question faced by every fourteen-year-old but with an added complexity. The figure coming towards me stopped. He was old and his eyes held an ocean of stories. He smiled and knelt beside me. “Welcome, Armaros Deandre. Welcome to the world of immortals, where your real story begins.” With that, I realized my life had changed forever. From an ordinary street kid in New York to a being in an unknown world, accused of a theft I didn’t understand. Maybe it was a leap from bad to worse. Perhaps it was a leap into a destiny far greater than a fourteen-year-old boy could ever fathom.

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