The tent was filled with high ranked officers of the Macedonian king's army. Mostly Greeks but there were also Egyptians and Persians. They all looked at their king and two men kneeling in front of the basileus.
The young king stood in all his pride, a physical god in his gilded armour and surrounded by aura of power and invincibility. When he spoke up, the whole world listened for he was making history.
"For your loyalty, bravery and your services to the crown, I hereby proclaim you to be the rulers of the lands beyond the veil, the kings of the realm of myths. Your title shall be bibliobasileos. You shall bow to no one except to me and my descendants. Stand up, Miltiades and Aigidion, bibliobasileos, lords of the storyworld."
After the ceremony he took them to his personal chambers in the largest house prepared especially for the young ruler. He poured them delicious wine and after the toast he stepped on to his balcony. Down under was a small but buzzing town. Alexander looked to the horizon and made a wide circle with his hand.
"One day there will be a great city. And in this city will stand a library. The greatest library the world has ever seen and I want you to establish the same place in the other world. It will be the haven of knowledge and power, its fortunes will amaze generations to come. It will connect both worlds and it will help me on my journey to become the supreme ruler of all worlds. Just as the prophecy says. You shall help me build it. I feel the destiny itself has made our paths to cross." "As you wish, our king," said the brothers in unison. They laughed as their returned to celebrate with other officers.
Characters and Narrators, Readers and Authors. All of them are important for a story, but there are those who, too, have their place in the genreworlds. Stories need their library and every library (and especially THE Library) needs its Librarians.