An Inevitable Ending

So. Sora. Sora has been living in the world of a novel she loved to hate as the villainess. She’s been chilling. Exploring interesting areas, unintentionally making friends with characters, learning about flowers and bugs from Sunny, and about different types of alcohol from Siradiou, enjoying having a little sibling that adores and looks up to her in Asare, and learning about a variety of random things from Sahel. And also avoiding the hell out of Segun. So much has changed that for a long while, she forgot that this was all written in a book. No one can blame her, after all. These characters were simply not as two-dimensional as the ones in the book had been to her. She was so busy taking in the world and the personalities of the characters that she forgot what was the most important thing.

The fact that the villainess HAS to die for the characters to achieve their goals and be happy.

One night, after a particularly exhausting day or somehow running into every single relevant character from the book and having to navigate the situation, Sora fell asleep. But it was not a normal sleep. It was not a normal dream that she had. In this dream, she saw the last scene that Assorra would ever be in. It was supposed to be the climax of the first novel, and would open the door to a new antagonist. The scene in which Segun announced to everyone at the ball that he would choose Ayana, the FL as his new fiancée after an investigation into Assorra’s wrongdoings and actions. Leading up to that point, the dislike for Assorra had been slowly building, and the threat of Assorra losing everything had been slowly chipping away at her.

So when she did finally lose everything at that ball, everything shattered for her. It was literally over. She had gone from being at the very top to being at the bottom. In that dream, Sora was more Assorra than she had ever been before. She felt what that woman felt. Heard and saw what she heard and saw. Thought what she thought, and broke just like she did. The destructive, wrathful anger and hate and grief. Assorra and Sora both felt that despair. And Assorra, now having nothing left to lose, unleashed something that should never have been released.

Earlier in the novel, Assorra had some across a peculiar phrase in very old books that she had been reading. A phrase that was written in a forgotten language, and a phrase that was expressly forbidden from being said. An invocation, if you will. Words that could be said by any rightful descendant of a noble family and invoke a being from beyond their realm. These words were lost to time, with virtually no one from present time having ever encountered them. But Assorra did. And she understood what they called forth. And in that moment at the ball, filled with bottomless wrath, she spoke the words that would bring a calamity to the world.

That “dream” served as more than just a warning to Sora about what it was that could happen. It was more than a possibility that she could say she would safely avoid. That vision had imprinted the exact emotions that Assorra felt. The exact feelings she felt towards the other characters, and the exact feelings that she knew those characters felt towards her in a way that Sora could not separate from. They were HER feelings too, now. In this way, things were now finally going to completely change for her, because she was now, without a doubt, both Sora And Assorra. And that meant that there was no longer any guarantee that she could avoid that frightening vision of the future.