The journey begins

Once again, I could feel the open air and cool breeze rushing across my face. I could see the rolling green hills and pine trees. The fact that this was a world designed by a book and quill was impossible to reconcile. Even the worlds conceived in my mind's eye from my imagination couldn't match this level of detail. It really was as if this world had always been here, for not just thousands, but millions of years. It really made me wonder how exactly the Studio functioned, and how it managed to construct such a world instantaneously.

"Wow." My voice shocked me, I still wasn't quite used to having a feminine tone when I spoke. "Well, where should I go first?" I wondered out loud.

Amelie's voice replied in my mind. That depends on what you would like to do, Master.

"Shouldn't we take care of that Dark Queen lady?"

If you wish. She does not have full control of this world, as she does not possess the Atlas, there is no **** need to retrieve the Quill yet unless you really desire it.

I thought about this for a moment. I couldn't help but think that the Quill being in the possession of a tyrannical megalomaniac was undoubtedly bad; on the other hand, it may be a poor decision to try and hunt it down without at least having a grasp of the world I'm in first.