Unbound by Fate: WHAT EXTRA CHARACTER ESCAPED IT'S DESTINY ??
I always prided myself on tight control. My characters danced to my tune, their actions, emotions, destinies all meticulously laid out within the confines of my narrative. Kai, the golden boy, destined for greatness. Alex, the jealous, ostracized younger brother, fated to be a footnote. A classic sibling rivalry fueling the plot. Or so I thought.
Then came the Cataclysm. The Veil breached, the world crumbling, my meticulously crafted plot dissolving like sandcastles in the tide. Ten years have passed, ten years of watching my story spiral out of control. The extras, the background noise, are suddenly… moving on their own.
Kai, my golden boy, bogs down in traditional techniques while the world burns. Alex, the supposed jealous wreck? He's out there, wielding forbidden power, a twisted reflection of the character I intended. Fury and a sickening dread curdle in my gut.
The story I wrote, my story, is becoming a prophecy. The very characters I deemed insignificant seem to be defying their predetermined paths. Was it a stray thought I planted, a seed of resentment? Did I inadvertently grant Alex a spark of autonomy?
The horrifying truth slams into me. I, the author, have lost control. The world within the novel is fracturing, rewriting itself. The very lines between creator and creation are blurring. There's a whisper, a legend – the Scribe's Quill. An artifact with the power to rewrite fate itself.
Kai, my once-golden puppet, seems drawn to this legend. Can he use it to rewrite his story, perhaps even mine? Is there a chance to salvage what's left, to prevent Alex from becoming the harbinger of destruction the story now paints him as? Or have I unleashed a chaos I can't contain, a story hungry for its own bloody ending?
The characters I once controlled are now dictating the narrative, leaving me scrambling to catch up. My once tidy world of fiction has become a terrifying playground of free will, and the stakes couldn't be higher. This isn't just about rewriting the novel anymore. It's about rewriting reality itself, and I, the architect of this chaos, am the one most at risk.
ix_Ars_19 · Fantasía
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