BeMyMoon

I thought I had seen bad endings before—but nothing prepared me for the garbage conclusion of The Hero’s Path. 

Years of investment, countless struggles, and for what? The protagonist failed. The villain won. Everyone else? Dead. Furious, I sent a message to the author, only to get a chilling response:

[Do you think you could do better?]

Before I could even blink, my phone exploded in a blinding light, and the next thing I knew—I was waking up in a completely different body.

Now, I’m Merlin Everhart, a fourteen-year-old with a 12-star talent, the kind of gift only the strongest should have.

But here’s the problem: I have no idea who I am supposed to be.

With nothing but a system and a first-day-of-school alarm ringing in my ears, I’m thrown into the world of The Hero’s Path.

Am I just another side character in a world that already ended once?

…Either way, I refuse to let this story beat me too.

Extra To Protagonist

Worn into the stone by hand—carved with something jagged, likely clawed. Not magic. Not ritual. It was desperate. That was the only word for it.

He reached up with his working hand, fingers brushing the etched grooves.

Something left behind by someone else who didn't want to be forgotten.

The wall was cold, and he let it press into his shoulder until the ache dulled enough to think clearly.

'Someone survived here. Or at least tried.'

'That's good. That means I'm not the first.'

His eyes adjusted slowly. The interior of the burrow was tight, curved, like the ribcage of a beast that had fossilized mid-collapse.

The bones in the walls weren't arranged, but some had been moved. He could tell. Scrapes in the dust, little ridges of displaced ash. They formed a ring.

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