I could recite from memory the lives of every character from the story, from the main villain Priscilla to the lowest servant of the house of Egon, in a land far to the west, beyond the wastelands of Ash. I knew every landmark, every street, every nook and cranny from all cities, forests and valleys, every mountain, and their timeless secrets.
How could I not, if I had created this world from scratch?
Living in a world I had created was always a dream of mine…. And now, for whatever reason, I was living the dream. A feeling of excitement cursed through my body, causing the lightning in my hand to shine brighter until it passed.
With the brightest smile I had, I looked up at King Gael, who suddenly looked quite small for his throne. Certainly, Arthur would fill his shoes much better in the coming years… that is if Priscilla didn’t kill them all.
Hmmm. Should I alter the story? Did I have the power to do so?