My body shivers lightly, the hair on my arms standing on end. The cold seeps into , and those eyes... well, eye sockets, if we’re being very specific here, feels too eerie; it’s hard to say whether it’s her or not...
Ahem. Where was I? Ah, right.
"State your na, mortal..."
The familiar voice strikes like a bolt of lightning. It’s her. But... why does it feel so different this ti? Is it because I’m actually dead now?
No problem. Ti to activate Quill Charm 2000 and secure this girl, bring her back with . I laugh inwardly, feeling a little arrogant. Is that bad? Probably. But hey, ObservantReader is always cursing about my absurd luck with won. What can I say? Hehe.
"I’m Quill," I say proudly, my eyes locking with hers. I show no fear. She seems harmless enough to , and besides, I have my author powers with this ti. Nothing bad should happen.
"Quill..." Amara’s voice trails softly. Could it be she hasn’t fully lost her mory? My heart jolts at the thought. But... that can’t be, right?
The air tastes different now, sharp and heavy. I watch as her skeletal body trembles for a mont before settling, the faintest echo of sothing human flickering through her form.
Her signature mist pours out of her body, swallowing in an instant. I feel it creep toward my heart, freezing it little by little as if a cold hand were caressing it, coaxing it into sleep. The sensation terrifies .
I summon my quill as fast as I can, scribbling into the air:
{Freeze the death in front of , making her unable to attack or defend}
The letters dissolve into the air and streak toward her. A mont later, the mist scatters. Amara’s hollow sockets blaze with a fierce blue light in retaliation, but she can’t move against .
And now... what do I even do? This isn’t exactly how I pictured our first date after so long. Hmm... I wonder... could I give her mories back?
No... to give soone their mories back, I’d need to have them first. And I don’t. I have no idea what she was truly thinking back then... oh boy... this is—
Think, Quill. Think. How did it all work last ti?
Ah, right. I rember now. We got married by the old tradition.
I take a step forward, then hesitate. My chest tightens.
Do I really want this? I an... Amara is incredible, perfect in every sense, even if she is Death itself. But... is this truly the right choice?
What am I even saying? I already killed myself just to reach her.
So I step forward again, this ti letting myself collapse into the skeleton’s arms.
She told once, this was how we beca one. How we were bound. So let it happen again. Let history repeat itself.
For Amara.
Her arms are hard, bony; she thrashes against , struggling to break free. But bound as she is, she can’t move far. And then, sothing shifts. Sothing inside her snaps. She stills, standing perfectly calm, no motion left in her.
I tilt my head up to et her gaze. The sockets that blazed with blue fire monts ago are hollow now, empty... and yet—
A tear. A single tear slips down from the right socket, rolling slowly until it strikes my skin.
And in that instant, it feels as though the whole world crashes down on .
The darkness ripples, shifting into a brilliant light, so bright, so ethereal that it shatters everything I thought I understood about this realm.
When I co back to myself, I find my feet on white grass: bright like snow, yet without the glimr of sunlight on ice. It feels painted, as if soone brushed it carefully across the ground, unreal but flawless.
"Hello, my love."
The voice drifts in from my right, familiar enough to shake to the core. I turn, and there she is—Amara.
She stands far away, her figure draped in a flowing white dress, her beauty so precise it feels carved by the hand of the most masterful sculptor. Yet even now, even in this form, she doesn’t reach for .
I try to speak, my chest swelling with the pure joy of seeing her again, but... no sound escapes. My throat strains, yet nothing cos. It’s as if this realm itself has stolen my voice.
"Don’t push it. You’re not strong enough to do that yet." Her words carry gently, her smile so radiant it seems to light this entire place on its own.
I don’t understand. Instinctively, I reach for my quill, but nothing answers. My author’s power won’t co. It’s like it doesn’t even exist here. My heart sinks. Could this realm truly exist outside my jurisdiction?
"This is my inner world, Quill. No matter who you are, no matter what you can do elsewhere... here, I control the outco. You could even call this place heaven. That’s what mortals nad salvation, isn’t it?"
I stand in a daze, trying to make sense of all this. I bet the readers are just as confused as I am.
I take a step, then another. Yet no matter how far I walk, the distance between us never closes. Does she not want to reach her? I search her eyes, but all I find is a smile that feels both warm and unreachable.
"Give up, Quill. I realized back then that my fate was never ant to be with you. The mortal realm weakened . The powers I gave up left empty... useless. And you... you wield so mysterious force that can even suppress . How marvelous. But I can’t follow soone like that. I would only hold you down."
Her words cut into like a sharpened blade, stirring sothing I’ve never felt toward her, or toward any woman before. Anger. How dare she decide that on her own?
In that instant, my very essence feels like it splinters. Or maybe... I’ve splintered sothing else. Because with every surge of anger rising inside , I feel my author’s power returning, piece by piece.
No matter what you say, Amara... I’m taking you back with .
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