Editor's Closing Notes

The name most know me by is Joshua D. Daelus. This is a pseudonym I adopted. My true name, the one I was given at birth, is Joshua Rousseau-Lambert. I am the sole editor of Oktober, and the last of the Rousseau-Lambert line. I apologize that I have kept this fact from you, dearest reader. However, it was necessary for you to know of Oktober, Midas, and the events depicted in Book One before my identity was revealed. I promise you, I will not hide or distort the truth in any form from this point onward. Of course, you have to take that on faith...

I will not bore you here with the details of my life before Oktober, of my imprisonment or how I came to be imprisoned in the first place. There will be a time and a place for that, but it is not here. Presently, it is only necessary for you to know that I escaped the Labyrinth along with Oktober, the unfortunate sacrifice being Nick's sanity. To attempt to atone for that sin would be foolish, however. The pain Nick has gone through cannot be taken back, it is a part of him, fused with his skin.

Briefly here, before I conclude Book One, I'd like to talk for a second about my father's work. Jacques, as the rest of the world knew him, was an inventor. Ever since he was a little boy, he had a passion to create, to bring life. When he became the proper age, he founded a business with his father's money, and to honor him, gave it his father's surname. Rousseau International. Until the day he died, Jacques continued to tinker, to create, to construct.

And in the process, he discovered something beautiful. Something revolutionary. He discovered a method to create life. He told no one, he took the secret to his grave, believing the ability to create living beings was something too grand for any one human to control. But the ability to edit life, to change and manipulate creatures that already exist, well... He simply couldn't resist. He could make beings live longer, run further, fight harder. But not only that, he could imbue them with certain talents. He could make the animals he tested on do fantastic things. He could make them fly, turn invisible. He could make them heal, or kill, or replicate themselves. He could make them agile to the point that they stretched the limits of reality, he could make them intelligent. It was only a matter of time before he began experimenting in humans.

I was his first test subject, his second was my sister.

That is a story for another time though, I've already monologued for much too long now. I'd like to personally thank you for reading Oktober. Perhaps through you the true history of humanity can live on. I'm sorry for you, for the world you live in. It wasn't always like this, and I doubt it will remain as it is. Though if you want my truthful opinion I can only see it getting worse from here on out.