3 The First Work

"Ughhh..." Raam groans his previous looks completely different. He looked to be younger than fifteen with black hair and brown eyes, along with a pale near bone skin build.

"Okay... I need to think this all through. If what that voice said is true I'm likely in my first novel, 'A Miracle Prince'. It's been too long since I wrote this story...I can only hope I didn't always kill my main characters." Raam collected his thoughts not wanting to make a mistake in his then situation.

Raam was dragged away from his thoughts at the sound of a door opening. Looking over in confusion he sees a girl not much younger than himself with light tears in her eyes. "Nor? You're awake? Am I dreaming?" Slowly she walked over her small legs take to his bedside. Raam, Nor, was afraid she may jump onto and hug him as it has been years since he had to comfort someone else.

She stood still the tears still weld up at the brink of falling. Reaching her hand out Raam closed his eyes unsure of what to expect from what his past self would write. Not long after she started pinching his cheeks. This made Raam at a loss of either to laugh or cry.

"That hurts you know," Raam complained, trying to force a smile.

"You're alive! You're actually alive!" Without warning, she leaped off her feet and into his chest. She kept repeating, "Thank god you're alive." Tears without resistance flowing from her eyes.

Repeating the action he had written multiple times; he rubbed her back and whispered, "I'm alive, it's okay, I'm alive." He did this till he heard her stop wailing into his chest. This didn't take long ending with her falling asleep in his arms.

'Okay, I think I remember the baseline of this story. My parents shouldn't be far behind now.' Raam realized while looking down at the girl in his arms, 'You look exactly like her.' Looking up at the ceiling he continued, 'I wonder how you're doing, Emm?' Much like his original self, Emm had white hair and green eyes along with a tanned complexion.

"Oh my god! You're awake. Darling, he's awake!" The door was left open when Emm came in and a female voice could be heard following by a masculine one.

"He is he truly is. Our son lives." The tears could be inferred from their cracking voices.

"Hi, Mom. Hi, Dad. Good to see you two. Hope you both are still in good health." He much like them was crying. A family that is what this was, this was a complete family. Parents who love their children and spouses unconditionally and a pair of siblings who exhaust themselves in hope of seeing the other awaken from a coma. This was what Raam had written about for his first story. He wrote about the family he loved, the family he never wanted to lose. His Mother, Father, and Sister were all alive here, in this work they were alive, and he would treasure ever extra moment he has with them.

They ran up to Emm and Raam and wrapped them both in a bear hug. At feeling the warmth of his three most cherished people the tears flow like a river cascading down his cheeks and onto Emm's head. At hearing the noise of three people crying Emm wakes up to find herself being squshed together with nearly no breathing room by her family. None of them found a problem with this scene though, they were a whole but they almost lost one them. How long they said like that was unknown but right now that isn't what mattered, this photo perfect scene was exactly that, a photo perfect scene.

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A week flew by as Raam was still not allowed to leave his bed, so he used this time to talk with his sister and think about what the second story he wrote was. He already knew how this story ended and was now only playing along to the script he wrote at age 13. Tomorrow would be the big day that decides how this whole stories ends.

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"Dad, can I have a knife and wood to entertain myself while I can leave here?" Raam requested, 'All part of the script, I just need to follow the script to finish up here.'

"You're mom would kill me if she found out. There is no way she would accept any way of you getting hurt after just getting you back." He argued shaking his head.

"Come on. I need to be able to protect Mom and Emm when you're fighting at war. I can't do that while being trapped to this bed." Countered Raam.

"Fine... but your mom and sister can never find out about this." His Father caved.

An hour following the conversation his father returned with a dagger and a chunk of wood. Raam put them off to the desk beside him and hugged his father, "Thank you, I love you!"

Raam's father left with a smile unaware of what would follow not long after.

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Night fell and Raam laid alone in his room the dragger held in hand the silver blade white from the moonlight. "I wish to repeat these moments. I wish to forever live in this place and work." Both his hands gripped the hilt and he held it pointed at his heart, "I don't want to lose you all again. I can't lose you all again. It hurts, the pain it hurts. I want to be held in mom's embrace, I want to comfort Emm as she experiences the world; I want to fight by father's side in moments of battle." His hands shook is hesitation and nervousness.

"I would state my farewells, I would tell of more sorrows but alas when this dagger plunges into my heart I will awaken once more to you all. I will awaken from a dream to a second one." He pushes the blade close but as it is about to pierce the skin he finds his grip to weaken and tears to fall. They fell on the blade giving it aswell a look of sadness as the droplets glistened in the light.

"Why is it so hard? I know I will awaken again, so why is it so hard!" Raam a man who grew up resolute to his actions was finding himself conflicted with only the first set of choices. Picking up the blade he repeats his previous actions and after much trouble, he takes his life.

A dragger pushed to the hilt in his chest hands limp to the side and eyes and face with looks of guilt and hesitation. With the light shining on his body, it was a truly awful first death.

~Failure, Respawning in 3...2...1~