"Punishment? Death by beheading!!!"
I have lost count of how many times I've died. Three? Four?, honestly it doesn't even matter anymore.
They all blur together, the screams, the look of disdain, the blood and even the cold steel of the executioner's blade. And yet, here I am, knees pressed against the rough surface of this wooden platform, again. Waiting to remind me how cruel my own story can be.
"Any last words?" Erik's voice cut through the crowd. My eyes instinctively drifted towards Lucian. Lucian…my beloved Lucian, were lines I wrote, but now hate.
What was I on when I came up with those lines?
I muttered under my breath.
"Even in that very moment, You still cling to the love of a man who wants nothing to do with you"
Erik scoffed.
The Crown Prince of Saenia. Proud and mighty. My throat tightened, my chests arched, I couldn't even summon the anger I usually wear as an armor.
You know what, just do it already. I say to myself exhausted from this seemingly endless cycle. Let's just end it, let me die. Again.
I glance at the townspeople below, eyes hungry for blood… yelling the words on repeat "behead the witch. Their voices hitting like a gust of hatred, one which I swore I understood before I created them.
Although it was becoming boring. Facts still remained, I was about to be beheaded. And it was painful
I gazed downwards. My eyes locked in with a look of pain, desperation, hurt, and love. The look of a father who couldn't do anything to protect his beloved daughter.
He looked Broken.
He had given celestine everything. Spoiled her to the bone. And yet, never taught her to handle the cruelty of this world.
But whose fault is it really?. His?. Mine?. I created this world. I knew better.
Isn't this a befitting ending for a villainess?. I asked myself, but why does it hurt so much?
Every loop only proves it further. I wrote celestine to fall. To break. To be hated.
And now I am celestine. Living every consequence I ever created.
My eyes unintentionally locked with his… Lucian. Suddenly a pit of rage ignited within me, bubbling up with something colder. Celestine chose to love, and the price she was paid is death?. How unfair.
Erik lifted up his hands. And with a single wave, Everywhere went pitch black.
Was this it?. Have I been beheaded?.
A bright light pierced the darkness. My eyes initially stung from the brightness. But then I could see it clearly.
An icon appeared before my eyes, with the words clearly written, glowing in blue.
Congratulations Ray, Your free trial has been exhausted. You can now rewrite the story.
What does this mean? I wondered in disbelief. Words couldn't convey how confused I was. This had never happened before. Why now?, what changed
You will be given Two options: Will you join the experience?
A) Yes: Restart the story and create a worthy ending and go back to the real world.
B) No: End the contract here.
"What happens if I choose No?" I gulped, patiently waiting for a reply.
You meet the same fate as Celestine. PERMANENTLY.
A cold dread settled in my spine. But beneath it, something else stirred. Maybe, just maybe it was finally time to put an end to this miserable story, once and for all.
The screen glowed as my heart hammered against my chest. I stared intensely at the choices.
YES OR NO.
CONGRATULATIONS RAY, YOU HAVE CHOSEN THE OPTION TO RESTART THE STORY AND REWRITE A WORTHY ENDING.
Warning: This is the last trial