To Write the Final Chapter of a story

Neil shadowed his flustered face, as he darted through the haunting alleyways and cobbled streets, blobs of sickening sweat, gliding down his cheeks and swelling up his entire body. Several misty glares accompanied him, seeming to be everywhere he went, and devilish soldiers continued to block his path- how could he ever be free?! That was if all the wicked soldiers, including the snooty Emperor, knew the truth- that the helpless Neil was innocent and just suddenly appeared in the middle of Victorian Britain, with absolutely no purpose or meaning of it. But no. They weren’t interested in that side of the tormenting tale!

But it was at that moment, that the alarmed Neil realised what incredible luck may come to him… Wondering what he was doing, he slid fearlessly through the open legs of a beefy soldier, allowing him to drop to the ground, with no proper answer of how that ever happened. Just then, three more soldiers stood, raging and ready for more. But instead, fortunately, Neil whizzed past them, the soldiers clonking heads hilariously, to what seemed like a lifetime of laughter. “How did I do that?” Neil questioned himself, and soon the mischief carried on- soldiers tripping, slipping, descending to the ground; even the snobby Emperor found himself tumbling to the ground (Neil giving a slight chuckle to the sight of this of course). But how, but why, perhaps the monocle was helping him- and it was for a fact! The monocle guided anyone who wore it, through tough times of course, so Neil was unstoppable to everyone…

Treacherously, the everlasting excitement soon got out of control. Neil became to overjoyed about what he could now do, suddenly losing track of where he was going and then mightily stumbling to the ground. As he sprawled across the cobbled street, he landed with a thud, and heard an ear- piercing rattle- he had smashed the monocle into millions of crystal- clear pieces. Soon, the year 1721 vanished and he found himself back in the Emporium, imagining whatever just happened. “ You’re back,” a croaky voice exclaimed. “ Erm, hello Mr Mconnor,” Neil replied anxiously.