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"You can't do it." They all said, glaring down at her. "Why? I want to write a book." She said, wilting under their cold stares. "Just look at how you've fallen. How are you even going to write a book? This is all your fault." they chorused. Indeed, Seanae was sprawled on the icy cobblestones. Her scraped knees were bleeding waves of crimson. "B-but you're the ones who pushed me." She whimpered. Suddenly, they all went dead quiet. Seanae looked down, embarrassed. "You can't do it." They repeated. "You can't even pick yourself up." But she did. Slowly, she dusted off her knees and limped into a standing position. "You're wrong. I can do it, and I will," she told them. And with that, "English Rose" was published. ~~~~ Pls help dis rando author ;-; I have dirt bank account and dirt writing skills but gold imagination ~~~~ Please give me viewssssss art release every 5k *read till at least the second chapter before you decide to ditch it pls* - EVERY WEEKDAY (daily updates monday-friday and maybe on the weekends too?) I HAVE A CHANNEL NOW !!! https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCR6DjAK9vpn_EeDtn4Wr2mw NOT MY ART I USE DIS GENERATOR --> https://perchance.org/ai-photo-generator ART RELEASE : (I got 5k views so here it is) https://docs.google.com/document/d/1gb2oLOrgMFH0WBXGh6GGutvv6uSdddlS-bMXpV-Wmpg/edit

PilinyTheYounger · Fantasia

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CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

"This is it? you wanted to see a cave?" Levi asked his hand on his sword. "Yep. I have more interest in the people inside the cave. Everyone should be hiding out here." By that, I mean the other transmigrators. As soon as I entered the cave, I was slapped in the face with murals. Microwaves, helicopters, phones, satellites, doctors, and skyscrapers. I ran my fingers over the murals, which were sloppily drawn but labeled in English. "Can you read it?" Levi asked, tapping the stone walls as well. "Of course. You can't?" I asked, and Levi shook his head. "Well, it's English. Anyway, if it was me, I'd hide something on this Computer mural." I said tapping the mural of a computer, which was much larger and more ornate than the others. Also, in the center, someone had written, "Zaldelia". Noice. More fans?

But… nothing happened. Just a normal wall. Aw man, I was so sure. I gasped as a familiar pair of hands wrapped around my throat, and a knife was held up to my throat.

And familiar blonde hair and red eyes, too. Eden. The real Eden??

"Don't move, either of you, or she dies. Who are you? Why are you here?" Eden asked, frowning. Ah, the piece of work that had terrorized guards at the age of 8 was here. "My name's Cordelia. You know me, right?" I said, struggling uselessly against Eden's arm.

Levi was staring at me helplessly, frozen. "Eden. We need your help." I said, giving up on struggling and leaning my head back. Eden sighed and finally stepped back. "Fine. What is it?" I took a deep breath. "There's only one way you're here right now. Either Bog revived you, which I don't think is possible, or we're in a book right now. Not English rose. Something else. And you're also aware of this. Right?" I said, and Eden's brows scrunched.

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