Once the pen ceased its explanations for a few precious moments, all I could do was stand staring at what had been written. It was far too much knowledge for even my brain to comprehend.

One thing that was clear was that I would have to make a decision, one that would change the very fabric of reality. For releasing beings, whatever they might be, is bound to change the human world as we know it.

The question was if it would hinder or further its development. Regrettably, it appeared that I would have to be the one to satisfy that query.

"Shawn, my man are you awake?" K said knocking on the door.

"Yes, what has occurred?" I said opening the door.

"I don't know what to do, dude. Marisol says that there is no physical reason for Rebecca to have seizures and yet she had another one after you left." K said.

"Can't Marisol cure her?" I inquire terrified that I would be the cause of Rebecca's demise.

"She is calling her shrink friend, but I'm afraid that they won't be able to do anything." K said.

"Shrink?" I asked unfamiliar with the term.

"It's a head doctor." K explained.

"They'll try what they can, but I'm afraid I'll lose her without ever having the time to show her how much I care for her," he says.

"You should not allow your mind to wander at the worst possible outcomes. I am certain that Marisol and her friend are amazing at what they do. I think the best thing you can do in this moment is get some rest. I promise you that everything possible will be done to ensure Rebecca's recovery." I said.

"I can't just rest while she suffers." K said sadness coloring his voice.

"I know it is difficult. However, you will be of no use to her if you exhaust yourself. I will go to sit with her and will contact you immediately if her condition changes." I said.

"Thanks, man." K said leaving.

I contemplated contacting the pen to ensure Rebecca's health. However, I recalled that it required some recovery. Thus, I proceeded to fulfill the promise delivered to K.

"Marisol, how is Rebecca feeling?" I asked the moment I entered Rebecca's apartment.

"Not well. Shawn, I honestly don't understand why this is happening. There is no physical cause for her seizures and still she doesn't seem to be able to stop having them. My friend Josef will be here soon to judge her psychological state but until then I feel so helpless." Marisol said tiredly.

"Please, have a seat and rest for a while. You appear overworked. I am certain that you have done your best. Sometimes, we cannot explain everything or heal everything by yourself. However, I am sure that once your friend arrives, you will be able to aide Rebecca in her recovery." I said reassuringly.

"I hope you are right, Shawn." Marisol said sounding so sad that I wrapped my hand around her shoulders trying to comfort her.

"Everything will be alright. I promise." I said only then realizing that my decision was already made.

I was the cause of their sufferings, and it was upon me to repair the damage that my selfishness and pride have caused to their lives. The risks were high, but all I thought about was making amends with those who meant to me more than I realized.

We had spent a few peaceful moments before Rebecca had another frightful seizure and I concluded that no matter how tired the pen or the entities that resided in it were, it was time for me to change Rebecca's fate.

Thus, I informed Marisol that I was taking my leave since there was no way for me to be of any assistance to her and went to my apartment. It was the kind of determination that I had not felt for years.

In my days as Shakespeare I was only worrying about my plays, about my popularity. I have not really shown care or worry for my fellow beings in an adequate measure and I felt it was time for me to aide someone that was not myself.

As I once said: "The miserable have no other medicine, but only hope."

It was up to me to hope that I can alter my destiny and that of those around me, those whom my mistakes have harmed more than I considered possible.

Without further ado, I picked up the pen waiting to feel the power flowing through it while also trying to find the proper words to accomplish what I set out to do.

"I need your assistance." I finally said as pen just sat in my hand, utterly lifeless.

"We wish to provide aid, but communicating through this pen has caused us to feel greater tiredness than we anticipated when we initially decided to accomplish this," the pen wrote.

"That is what I desire to discuss with you. If I were to free you, what are my guarantees that you will provide the necessary help to me and my friends?" I asked.

"Our kind has a rule. If we make a solemn promise to perform a certain action, our beliefs bound us to do so," the pen wrote.

"I believe I understand what you mean. Thus, if I require of you to improve Rebecca's health and dispel any possibilities of what you had done damaging any of us. If you promise to do so, you will be bound to accomplish it. If you do not provide me with what you promise what might occur to you?" I asked attempting to assure no mistakes happen.

I should have known nothing in life can be free of faults thus was my logic though I did not know it at the time.

"If we were to break our word, we would die. In case the promise was made," the pen wrote.

I believed that it was telling me the truth, but I was also cautious about any trickery. After all, what happened upon me writing the story about our lives did feel like trickery which made me doubt the pen's true intentions, or that of the beings that resided in it.

"Very well. I wish for you to assure me that if I were to release you from your prison, you are to ensure that this story has a happy ending. By that I mean that you would repair, whatever damage was done to Rebecca and the rest of us whether we are aware of it or not. Furthermore, you are to assure that what you and I have done does not ever again cause any negative repercussions." I said.

"That can be arranged. We vow to provide you help in that quest, to ensure that nothing that has been written has a damaging effect to you or those close to you," the pen wrote far too swiftly.

It appeared to me as if it had agreed too easily. Instead of being suspicious of it, I ascribed it to their thirst for freedom and thought no more of it.

"Very well. What is it that you need me to do?" I asked.

"Write us out of this place. The power of your words in combination with the magic that resides in the pen is the only things that can set us free," the pen wrote.

It did not sounds like much to ask of me, thus I settled in my armchair and started writing like I have never written before. I attempted to provide my writing with all the power and beauty that I could having in mind what it was supposed to achieve.

A few hours later, I was finally satisfied with what I had written and pulled a fresh piece of paper to inquire what more was required of me.

"What should I perform presently?" I asked.

"The great bard should read out loud his words and that shall ultimately assist us in breaking through this prison wall," the pen wrote.

As I did so, three shapes started materializing in my chambers. At the time, I could not help but berate myself for not inquiring about the nature of the beings I was releasing on the unsuspecting world since they were nothing like I expected them to be.

That should have been my first clue.