The kingdom once ruled by rewritten fates had evolved into the Realm of Unwritten Tales—a safe haven for lost characters, discarded story arcs, and those who never had a chance to speak.
At the center of it all was Gerah, no longer wearing a crown—but always carrying a pen.
She was now the Story Guardian, chosen not by prophecy, but by every character who once felt invisible.
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- Meanwhile…
Mara had disappeared quietly one night. No farewell.
Only a letter on her desk:
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"Maybe I was never the villain. Maybe I was just the reader who read too much between the lines."
Some say she lives in the North, where forgotten genres rest.
Others say she finally met the author of her fate.
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A Grand Celebration
The anniversary of the Rewrite War was now a holiday called The Day of Choice.
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Characters wore costumes of who they could’ve been—celebrating what they chose to become.
Jiru came dressed as a dragon.
Anya wore a villain's cape.
Marco arrived late (as always) holding a bouquet of plot holes.
And Gerah? She wore her old side character dress—stitched with new chapters.
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Gerah walks into the Royal Archives, where an empty book waits.
She writes the title:
“Volume Two: The Main Character is You”
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She looks straight at the fourth wall. At you.
“This time, the pen is in your hands.”
And the page turns.
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