Chapter 1: The False Author
This wasn't the story he had written.
And someone else was holding the pen.
Nyvahn Solas gasped awake.
His lungs burned. His body ached like he'd been slammed into concrete. And his head—pounding—like an alarm screaming in his skull. A high-pitched, system error noise rang in his ears.
His fingers clawed at the damp ground beneath him, feeling something rough. Stone? No. Cobblestone.
Something was wrong.
He wasn't in his room.
The air smelled of smoke. Glaring red lights flickered above him—ghostly letters, floating in the air. Words written in a language he knew all too well.
> [Prologue Rewritten.]
[System Syncing with True Author…]
The world around him crackled like static. Nyvahn forced himself upright, blinking as his vision adjusted.
His chest tightened.
He was standing in the middle of Veyrith—the capital city from his own novel.
But it wasn't how he wrote it.
Massive stone towers loomed above, their grand spires shattered. The streets, once bustling with life, were filled with fearful people, running. Flames flickered in the distance. The air was thick with ash and dread.
A massive WANTED poster was nailed to a stone pillar nearby.
Nyvahn stepped closer. His breath caught.
> WANTED: THE FALSE AUTHOR
REWARD: COMPLETE ERASURE
His own face stared back at him. But the inked version had hollow eyes. Like a ghost. Like he didn't belong here.
"W-What…?" he whispered.
"That's him! The False Author!"
A voice.
Nyvahn spun around. A squad of armored knights rushed toward him, swords drawn. Their expressions were filled with pure hatred.
"Capture him before he rewrites reality again!" one knight shouted.
Before Nyvahn could move, a shadow shifted beside him.
"Run, idiot!"
A hand grabbed his wrist—yanking him backward just as a blade slashed through the air where he had been standing.
Nyvahn stumbled, his heart hammering. He turned—and his breath caught.
Storm-gray eyes. Dark violet hair tied in a loose braid.
Kara Lysara.
One of his novel's main characters.
And she had just saved him.
"K-Kara?" Nyvahn gasped, barely able to keep up as they sprinted through the alleys. "You—you know me?"
Her grip tightened. "Of course I know you, dumbass! Why do you think I'm helping you?"
That didn't make sense. She was supposed to hate him. She was a cold-blooded mercenary who only fought for money.
But now she was risking her life to save his?
"What the hell is going on?!" he demanded.
They rounded a corner—and Kara suddenly stopped.
Her breath hitched. Eyes wide.
Nyvahn barely had time to register why.
A figure stood at the end of the alley.
Tall. Cloaked in obsidian robes. Their face was hidden behind a shifting white mask—as if made of living ink.
Nyvahn's stomach dropped.
In their hands—
A golden pen.
The True Author.
> [System Alert: The True Author has logged in.]
The world glitched.
Buildings twisted. The sky flickered between darkness and dawn.
Reality itself was rewriting.
The True Author lifted their pen—and wrote something in the air.
Nyvahn's vision blurred.
He couldn't move.
His body wasn't listening.
> [Nyvahn Solas falls to his knees.]
His legs buckled. He collapsed onto the cobblestone, gasping as if an invisible force had just rewritten his fate.
Kara screamed.
The True Author stepped closer. Their voice was calm. Cold. Absolute.
"You actually thought this was your story?"
Nyvahn's hands shook. He was fading. His skin—turning translucent.
> [The False Author shall be erased.]
No.
No, no, no.
His mind raced. He had to fight back. He had to think.
He was a writer. A storyteller.
But if he was no longer writing this story…
Then who was?
The True Author's golden pen shimmered. Reality bent to their words.
But then—a spark.
Something inside Nyvahn clicked.
If words could rewrite reality…
Then his words could, too.
Nyvahn clenched his fist.
He spoke.
And the moment his words left his lips—
Reality bent to his will.
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🔥 WTF JUST HAPPENED?! Who is the True Author? What power does Nyvahn actually have? And how do you fight against someone who controls reality itself?!
Next Chapter: Nyvahn's First Counterattack!