The war was over, but the world wasn’t silent.
From the ashes of the erased palace, a new kingdom rose—not built on power, but on storylines shared.
The skies no longer rained ink. Instead, they poured sunlight over parchment roads and glowing trees with leaves like bookmarked dreams.
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Gerah walked the halls of the rebuilt castle—not as a side character, nor as a queen—but as the keeper of stories.
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At her side walked:
Anya, the new council head for healing characters.
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Jiru, who opened a school for misunderstood villains.
Marco, who started a comedy tavern named “Plot Twist.”
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And Dahlia, now the Royal Chef of Side Dishes and Side Plots.
One day, a small girl came to Gerah carrying a torn notebook.
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“Miss Princess… I was told I’m just a filler in someone’s book.”
Gerah knelt and handed her a fresh pen.
“Then let’s write a new one.”
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Elsewhere…
In a quiet room deep in the castle, Mara rested—no longer cursed by the Rewriter’s Pen. Her hair had turned soft silver. She now wrote poems in secret and planted apology letters under the garden soil.
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Gerah stood on the balcony, watching children of all character types play in the courtyard. Some had wings. Some had scars. Some had chapters left to write.
She smiled.
“No one is ever ‘just’ a side character.”
She opened a blank page.
And wrote the first words:
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“Once upon a now…”
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and then Add to home screen.