The palace trembled.
The Sky Pages—those magical scrolls that floated above the kingdom—started to twist and tear, rewritten by two opposing forces.
On one side: Gerah, the original author-turned-side princess, fighting to protect the world she created with heart.
On the other: Mara, a corrupted character with stolen ink, rewriting reality to crown herself the lead.
Anya ran toward the archives.
“Gerah, we need your very first draft! It’s the only version Mara can’t touch!”
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Gerah’s eyes widened.
That version… the rawest one… still held the original ending—the true fate of every character.
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In the battleground outside the castle walls:
Jiru and Marco were leading characters, both written and awakened.
As soldiers of the storyline, they charged against the shadows spreading from Mara’s rewritten army—figures with no identity, only ink.
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Jiru shouted:
“Protect Dahlia at all costs! If she’s erased, the balance is gone!”
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Inside the kitchen, Dahlia stirred her final recipe—not food, but a memory spell.
“Food nourishes. But a taste of love… can rewrite even the darkest chapter.”
And far above, floating midair, Gerah and Mara faced off atop the Sky Pages.
“You were never meant to be the villain,” Gerah said.
“You wrote me out!” Mara screamed. “But this is my rewrite.”
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Their pens clashed.
Each stroke lit up the sky, rewriting landscapes, shifting emotions, breaking and rebuilding time itself.
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The kingdom split in two:
One side glowing gold, the other seeping in violet ink
Gerah’s pen shattered—but before the last shard fell, Xavier caught it and placed it in her hand.
“You gave us life. Now let us give you strength.”
And as everyone shouted her name—Anya, Jiru, Dahlia, Marco—the side princess glowed.
Not from ink, but from purpose.
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