Diary 1
Written late at night, when everything's finally quiet. Location… who even knows anymore?
> "Writers are supposed to control the world with words.
So what happens when the world writes back?"
Entry #1: The Day Everything Flipped
I was just a regular high school kid. I liked to write, mostly to escape. That notebook I always carried? I never thought those scribbles would mean anything.
But then… boom. I wake up in a place straight out of my imagination—a cursed kingdom under a sky I couldn't even name.
That's where I met Elra. Her eyes looked like they'd seen a hundred lifetimes.
Then Clara—honestly, she reminded me of someone I used to know. Someone I might've lost.
That was the day magic stopped being a fantasy.
It became survival.
Entry #2: The Curse, The Cold, and Being Called "Chosen"
Apparently, magic had been sealed away ages ago.
But I could still use it.
They called me special. A "miracle." A "chosen one."
I didn't feel like one.
At first, all I wanted was to go back. Home. My world. My room.
But the more I saw—the ruined castles, the cursed king, the forests eaten by darkness…
The more I realized I couldn't.
That's when Crystella found me. Witch of Ice.
She looked me dead in the eyes and called me one thing:
"Author."
Entry #3: The First Fractal
Apparently, I need to find five Fractals to save this world. Classic fantasy stuff, right?
But this isn't a game.
We fought a Sea Wraith in a storm. I blacked out.
And then I remembered something that wrecked me…
I made this world.
I gave Elra her time magic. Crystella her frost. Clara her heart.
I created the monsters too.
That realization?
Still eats at me.
Entry #4: The City Underwater
We reached the Dome City—built beneath the ocean, lit up by glowing fish and strange coral towers.
It was beautiful.
But something felt wrong.
My chest started to burn. My vision blurred.
And a voice echoed in my head:
> "Don't trust Princess Elizabeth…"
I should've listened.
Entry #5: When the Truth Hit
Elizabeth said it: I'm the Author. This whole place, it's mine.
But before I could ask how or why—
An explosion.
Next thing I know, we're in a frozen wasteland.
I heard that voice again. Then something inside me… snapped.
I lost it. I attacked Crystella.
Yeah. Me.
Entry #6: Collapse
I used spells I never remember writing. Powers I've never seen.
Crystella tried to stop me.
Then Ciara showed up—Witch of Darkness.
And everything shattered.
Her partner? Orpheus. A literal dragon god.
He descended like the end of the world.
Clara and Elra stood between him and me.
Everyone else froze.
And me?
I wasn't Masashi anymore.
Entry #7: All the Questions
Why am I here?
Did I get dragged into my own story… or did I write my way in?
Am I really supposed to fix this world—or am I the one who broke it?
I still don't know.
But these pages help.
Writing keeps me grounded, even when everything's crumbling.
So if anyone finds this…
> Just remember:
I'm not just some lost character in a story.
I'm the Author.
And maybe… that still means something.
A MYSTERY ENTRY------
Entry #8: The Lady in Gold
I woke up again—this time, not in a palace, not in a battlefield, but in a wide-open grassland.
No trees. No shade. Just endless green under a blinding blue sky.
The wind was quiet, like even the world was unsure if it should speak to me.
I stood up, dizzy. My body ached like it remembered battles I didn't even know I fought. Then I saw her.
In the middle of that endless plain… there was a balcony.
Not attached to any building. Just there—floating slightly above the ground like a forgotten dream.
And on that balcony sat a woman.
She wore a golden-yellow dress that shimmered like sunlight, and her hair was like flowing fire—alive, dancing gently in the breeze. She held a porcelain teacup like it was the most normal thing in the world.
I couldn't tell if I was dreaming.
Her domain was... untouched. A perfect circle of magic surrounded her, flowers blooming in colors I didn't have words for. Her table—white with gold edges—had another cup waiting.
For me?
She didn't look surprised to see me.
She just smiled softly and said:
> "You've wandered far, haven't you… Author?"
And suddenly, I knew her name without her saying it.
Solana.
The Witch of the Sun.
The last one in my story I never got to finish.
And somehow, she was waiting for me.