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Chapter 15 - Chapter 14: The Monster He Created

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No one spoke.

Not the nobles.

Not the guards.

Not even the Crown Prince.

Because the word still lingered—

God.

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It echoed in the hall like something forbidden.

Something that should never have been said out loud.

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Rosy stood still in the center of it all.

Her expression calm.

Too calm.

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But inside—

Everything was shifting.

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A god.

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The word didn't feel foreign.

It didn't feel wrong.

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It felt—

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Familiar.

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Her fingers twitched slightly at her side.

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"
You always did like exaggerating," she said at last.

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Her voice was steady.

Controlled.

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But her eyes—

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Were not.

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They held something darker now.

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Something deeper.

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A faint smile curved on her father's lips.

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"Do I?"

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He stepped slowly around her.

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Measured.

Observing.

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Like he wasn't looking at his daughter—

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But at something far more interesting.

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"Then tell me," he continued, his voice smooth, "what did you see?"

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A pause.

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"What did you feel
 when the seal broke?"

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The room leaned in.

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Not physically.

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But mentally.

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Because even if they didn't understand—

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They could feel it.

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Something was happening.

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Rosy didn't answer immediately.

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Because the answer—

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Was dangerous.

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"
Power," she said finally.

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A beat.

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"Not borrowed."

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Another.

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"Not given."

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Her gaze lifted—

Meeting his directly.

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"
Mine."

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Silence.

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Then—

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A quiet laugh.

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"
Yes."

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That one word—

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Confirmed everything.

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The Crown Prince stepped forward.

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"
Enough of this nonsense," he said sharply. "Explain yourself."

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His gaze flickered between them.

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"What is this talk of seals and gods?"

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Rosy didn't look at him.

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Didn't acknowledge him.

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Because for the first time—

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He wasn't important.

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Her father, however—

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Turned his gaze slightly.

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"
You still don't understand your place."

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The temperature dropped.

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Not metaphorically.

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Physically.

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The prince stiffened.

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"
Excuse me?"

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A faint smile.

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Dangerous.

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"You're part of the story."

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A pause.

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"Not the author."

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The words landed like a blade.

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Before the prince could respond—

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Rosy spoke.

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"
Stop."

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Both men looked at her.

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Her expression had changed.

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No hesitation.

No confusion.

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Only clarity.

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"
This isn't about him," she said.

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Her voice quiet—

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But absolute.

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"It's about me."

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A pause.

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Then—

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"
Finally."

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Her father's gaze sharpened.

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"You're starting to understand."

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Rosy took a step forward.

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Closing the distance between them.

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"
Then let's stop pretending," she said.

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The air tightened.

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"You didn't just seal me because I was 'too powerful.'"

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A beat.

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"You sealed me because you were afraid."

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Gasps.

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Soft.

Sharp.

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The Crown Prince froze.

The nobles shifted.

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Because that—

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Was not something anyone dared to say.

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But her father—

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Didn't react.

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Not immediately.

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Then—

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A slow smile spread across his lips.

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"
Afraid?"

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He stepped closer.

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Now they stood face to face.

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"
Of you?"

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A pause.

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"
No."

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His voice dropped.

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Lower.

Colder.

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"I was afraid of what you would become."

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The difference was small.

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But important.

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Rosy's eyes narrowed.

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"
And what is that?"

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Silence.

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Then—

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He raised his hand again.

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This time—

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He touched her.

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Just a finger against her forehead.

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And the world—

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Shattered.

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Not physically.

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Mentally.

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Her vision blurred.

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The court disappeared.

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The voices faded.

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And suddenly—

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She wasn't there anymore.

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She stood in darkness.

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Endless.

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Silent.

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"
Where
"

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"Look."

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His voice.

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But not from the present.

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From the past.

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A light flickered.

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And then—

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She saw.

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A younger version of herself.

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Not Rosy.

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Not the Isle she knew.

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Something else.

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A girl—

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Standing alone.

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But the air around her—

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Was wrong.

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Reality itself seemed to bend.

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Twist.

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Respond.

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"
That's me?" Rosy whispered.

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"No," his voice echoed.

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"That's what you were."

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The girl lifted her hand—

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And the ground beneath her cracked.

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Without effort.

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Without intent.

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"
You were born wrong," the voice continued.

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"Too much."

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The scene shifted.

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Now—

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People surrounded her.

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Scholars.

Knights.

Priests.

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Watching.

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Fearful.

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"
She's unstable
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"
This power
 it's not human
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"
She'll destroy everything
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The voices overlapped.

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Blended.

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Judged.

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Rosy's chest tightened.

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"
They were afraid of me."

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"Yes."

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Another shift.

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Now—

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Her father stood before her.

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Younger.

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But the same.

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Calm.

Controlled.

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"
You have two choices," he said to the girl.

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"Control it."

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A pause.

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"Or be controlled by it."

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The girl didn't answer.

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She only looked at him—

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With eyes that were too quiet.

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Too empty.

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"
You chose for me," Rosy whispered.

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Silence.

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Then—

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"Yes."

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The final memory hit.

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Chains.

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Not physical.

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Something deeper.

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A seal forming.

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Layer after layer—

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Locking something away.

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Her power.

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Her memories.

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Her identity.

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Everything.

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"You erased me," she said.

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"Wrong."

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The darkness cracked.

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"I preserved you."

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The world snapped back.

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The court returned.

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The voices.

The tension.

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Rosy staggered slightly—

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But didn't fall.

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Her breathing uneven now.

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Her eyes—

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Glowing again.

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"
You call that preservation?" she whispered.

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Her father watched her calmly.

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"Yes."

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A pause.

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"Because if I hadn't—"

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His gaze darkened.

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"You would have destroyed this world."

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Silence.

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Heavy.

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Rosy straightened slowly.

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Her grip clenched.

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"
Then maybe it deserved to be destroyed."

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Gasps.

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Shock.

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Fear.

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But she didn't stop.

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"Or maybe—" she continued, her voice quieter now—

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"You were just afraid to lose control."

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That—

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Finally—

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Made him pause.

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Just for a second.

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But she saw it.

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And that was enough.

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Her lips curved slightly.

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"
So I was right."

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Silence.

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Then—

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A slow smile.

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"
You've grown."

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A pause.

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"But not enough."

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The air shifted again.

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Dangerous.

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Because this conversation—

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Was no longer just words.

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It was becoming something else.

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Something far more dangerous.

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And this time—

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Neither of them were holding back.

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End of Chapter 14

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