Dream Come True

One day, a girl named Chesca dreamed of becoming a princess after she witnessed the world of Black Clover. When she first read the manga, she was mesmerized and loved the story. She wished that they were true, but sadly they were just fictional characters.

Black Clover serves as her sole means of fleeing from the harshness of reality. She persevered through the torment inflicted by her peers and parents until reaching a breaking point. Exhausted by a world devoid of love and acceptance, she yearns to escape the anguish and cease feeling pain. She embraced her cherished Black Clover manga tightly as she leaped from a five-story building.

She has only one regret... She won't be able to witness the spectacular story of Black Clover again.

A bizarre serenity fell over her as she accepted the finality of her choice. Her descent had the feeling of being weightless and peaceful, as though everything had stopped around her. But just as she was ready for the blow, the unexpected happened. She was engulfed in an odd, ethereal place rather than the hard hug of the earth. She was surrounded by colors she had never seen before, and she had a calm, peaceful feeling. 

She felt as though she had entered a completely different world, one that was very different from the sorrow and anguish she had experienced. She sensed a presence at this precise time, an unearthly power leading her softly. This was no ordinary location; rather, it seemed to be a sanctuary created by angelic hands, a world beyond human knowledge where the laws of existence appeared to bend and weave in ways that were unfathomable.

"Is this... heaven?" She muttered silently.

Upon entering this bizarre, strange realm, she experienced a wave of emotions. Her cheeks began to bubble up with tears, each drop a symbol of a lifetime of unrelenting suffering. Peace had always seemed like a faraway dream to her, an elusive whisper amidst the upheaval of her life, as long as she could remember. Her spirit was shattered and wounded by the wounds inflicted by her peers' unrelenting torture and her parents' harshness. Every nasty gesture and insult that were inflicted upon her had left a lasting and agonizing story that resonated deep inside her. She had turned into a patchwork of dashed dreams and silent suffering, yearning for a relief that seemed to be insurmountable. 

This strange location gave her a brief sense of hope despite being alien and unreal; it was a break from the never-ending storm that had tormented her soul for so long.

"God, thank you for making me feel this way." She closed her eyes and felt the calmness and tranquility of the place.

"Open your eyes, my child." The voice, gentle and soothing, echoed through the mystical realm, wrapping around her like a warm embrace. It held a melody of reassurance, a symphony of comfort that seemed to cradle her soul. In that moment, the weight of her struggles felt momentarily lifted, replaced by a sense of security she had never known. 

She opened her eyes nervously, and what she saw was jaw-dropping. She was surrounded by a captivating aura and an ethereal glow that seemed to come from within by the goddess' brilliance. Her presence was beyond mortal comprehension; it was a symphony of grace and elegance. Her form, an incarnation of celestial beauty, was crafted with exquisite precision in every line. The goddess's eyes whispered of old wisdom and limitless compassion, holding universes within them. 

Her hair cascaded down like liquid silver, casting a veil over a face so serene and seductive that it seemed to defy definitions of beauty. Her smile in its gentle curve and divine warmth, conveyed both consolation and empathy in one glance. A beauty that defied mortal expression captivated her; a presence that seemed to hold the entire universe within its gentle embrace.

She couldn't help but whisper to the goddess of unmatched beauty, "Wow, you're so beautiful," with a look of wonder across her features. With reverence and an overwhelming sense of admiration that seemed to come from the bottom of her existence, she stammered out her words. 

The goddess spoke, her words filled with a deep grief that dropped from her lips like soft raindrops in a tempest of emotions. Her voice was a symphony of empathy and compassion as she said, "My child, I'm sorry for what happened to you. I always heard your prayers and cries, but we cannot interfere in the mortal realm. I'm so sorry." Every word held the weight of innumerable unsaid regrets, a mourning for the pain that was beyond the reach of heavenly intervention. 

The agony and desire that had resounded through the cries of the tortured soul in front of her shimmered in her eyes.

Chesca's eyes filled with tears that poured down her cheeks in an unstoppable stream. The goddess's words weighed heavily on her, causing a flurry of feelings that had been long repressed in her weak heart to flare up. She had battled to hold back a flood of emotions for what seemed like a lifetime, and it was a turbulent tornado of appreciation and sadness. Her barricades surrounding her wounded soul crumbled at the sound of those words, delivered with such real care and empathy. It went beyond simple empathy to represent a deep understanding of her suffering and the broken pieces of her life.

"Thank You Goddess, thank you so much"

"I can definitely help you now. I've heard your dreams. I couldn't help you when you were in the mortal realm," the goddess said, her voice full of calm assurance. She gestured to the book that was firmly held in Chesca's hands, and a kind grin that exuded comfort and support appeared on her lips. "That book you're holding... Do you want to be inside it?"

The idea made Chesca's heart skip a beat, and her eyes widened with curiosity as much as astonishment. The idea seemed both strange and alluring, like an invitation to enter a world of limitless possibilities. Once a treasured haven during her hardships, the book now carried the possibility of something far greater. The words of the goddess carried a feeling of magical transformation, allowing her to become a part of a story where she would find the comfort and acceptance that had escaped her in reality.

Chesca felt a flurry of emotions at the thought of stepping foot in the universe that was contained between those pages. It was an offer to go outside the box of her suffering, an opportunity to change the course of her life and take a deep dive into a world where fears could be faced head-on and aspirations may come true.

"You mean... I can become a character inside the Black Clover? You can do it?" 

With a subtle assurance in her gaze, the goddess gave a gentle nod. "Yes, my dear. You can become a character inside the world of Black Clover. It's within my power to make it happen."

"Is it really possible? To be part of that world, to walk among the characters I've admired and found strength in?" she asked, her voice trembling with anticipation. The prospect of this transformation felt like a dazzling constellation of hope in her otherwise dark existence.

The laughter of the goddess echoed through the ethereal void, a melodic echo that appeared to connect with the very soul of the world. "Yes, it's possible. I can craft a world and weave you into its tapestry. Now, my child, the choice is yours. Do you want to take this leap?"

Chesca hesitated a minute as the goddess held out her hand, her invitation glistening with cosmic power. It was a choice to redefine her entire existence, not merely to accept the uncertainty. The prospect of joining a world that had served as her haven and coexisting with the protagonists and antagonists of her cherished tale deeply resonated with her.

She stared at the extended hand, the physical manifestation of an offer that had the power to alter her life's trajectory irrevocably. Her heart raced with doubt, entwined with an enticing temptation that spoke of liberation and the opportunity to write her own story. The weight of this crucial decision seemed to reverberate across the vastness of the holy cosmos, and Chesca's pulse pounded.

Chesca's fingers locked securely with the goddess's hand, a strong hold that spoke volumes of her newfound resolve, a surge of determination racing through her blood. There was a promise made in that brief contact to break free from the bonds of doubt and dread. That was a turning point in her life, when her courage triumphed over the doubts that had followed her for far too long.

"Good luck, my child."