The world trembled like a story about to be erased. And Gerah? She stood in between two choices: return to the real world—or rewrite the fate of everyone she unintentionally gave life to.
“If I was just a side character here… why does it hurt so much to leave?”
In the royal court, Xavier addressed the confused citizens:
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“We’ve lived under one tale… but that tale is broken.
The one who created us is not our enemy—
but our key to survival.”
Dahlia and Jiru, now fully aware of their fate as characters, made a pact.
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“Let’s protect her,” Jiru said.
“Even if it means fighting the hand that wrote us.”
Anya, torn between friendship and fear, read a page that Gerah once wrote for her: a future where she lives freely beyond the walls of servitude.
“She believed in me before I even knew I existed…”
Mara, more unstable than ever, whispered to herself as she sat in a room filled with torn-out chapters.
“She was supposed to fade… I was supposed to be the star.”
And yet… her own body started fading first.
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Gerah and Xavier walked side by side through the now-changing kingdom. Trees grew faster, time pulsed like a heartbeat, and the wind whispered new lines only she could hear.
She looked at Xavier.
“If this is no longer my story…”
“Then let’s make it ours.”
And then, she touched the final glowing page—ready to rewrite fate.
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