They believed me.At least… enough to hesitate.But belief was fragile. And I still had to prove myself.

  The forest was almost completely swallowed by darkness. No moonlight. No stars. Just a suffocating shade of black.

  That girl stood out. She was crying earlier when i first met her, she's so beautiful.There was no way someone like her wasn’t a main character.

  I reached into my back pocket and pulled out my phone. My fingers trembled as I scrolled through my old drafts. My habit clock in as i held the back of the cloth of the person close to me.

  “As I thought… it’s Ravyn Vercelli.”

  The moment I looked up, i was sorounded. The Silence was so loud.

  I was standing in the center of a fire camp.

  My hand was gripping the back of someone’s clothes.

  Ah it's the skiny guy..

  And the venger isn't also any help because they are already translating what i said.

  Heat rushed to my face.Every pair of eyes turned toward me.“Re vi hever n ve provies tribeca?”

  [What might the goddess need with the prophecy of the tribeca?]

  Then I saw her.Lady Philia,The first soul who traded her mortality for her child.

  My feet moved before my thoughts could catch up.“The prophecy is wrong.”My smile trembled.I was going against my favorite character.

  Murmurs erupted. Insults followed. But they sounded distant.Because Lady Philia was looking at me.Her faith is terrifying...

  Even if I were fake…She would believe me.Because she believed the goddess would never abandon them.

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  “I sent no word that a tribeca would rule the next generation.”

  Her eyes wavered.

  Not in anger.

  But in doubt.

  Cold steel pressed against my throat.The skinny guy had drawn his sword.

  “V Vorg ji previ hever yit i.”

  [I forgive you for pretending to be a goddess, but this]

  I grabbed the blade with my bare hands.Blood dripped between my fingers.

  “Go on,” I whispered, meeting his eyes. “Make her your tribeca.”

  “Let’s see if the God of Night will allow the future ruler of his kingdom to belong to your tribe.”

  Panic spread like wildfire.

  I remembered this part.

  Two gods descending.The divine wager.The Goddess of Nature cheating with a prophecy.

  The God of Night retaliate,Sending beasts to slaughter them each night.

  “The disaster began when she came here.”

  My neck burned as the blade bit deeper.Blood slid down my skin.

  “The chance that I am your goddess is twenty percent.”

  I stepped forward.

  “But if I am…”

  My voice lowered.

  “Who will protect you from his wrath?”

  I laughed.

  Blood on my hands.Blood on my throat.I wrote this world.

  An old elder pulled the skinny guy back. I stumbled.

  My wound glowed.A deep red light.And healed.Ah.So she chose to intervene.I lifted my chin.

  “Do I look like a goddess now?”Silence answered me.

  After that, I was confined to Lady Philia’s home.Until I learned their language.Days blurred into weeks.

  Weeks into months.

  I studied.

  Listened.

  Repeated.

  And in my dreams she came,The Goddess of Nature found me jnteresting that she will lent me her identity.

  And every night, she spoke to me as she spoke to her believers.

  But that first nightShe ran toward me saying“You’re real.”She hugged me like she had been waiting for me.

  Still that isn't enough for me to forget the outside...

  I longed for the outside.

  This world was dangerous.

  But it was mine.

  I created it.

  Then one day the door shattered the light sip in.

  An old man entered wearing Rich robes,Arrogant posture, and has no manners.

  He studied me like I was livestock.

  “This is your goddess?”I understood him the studying had help And I felt insulted...

  “Who might you be?” I asked, forcing their language through my tongue.He laughed at my accent.

  “The King of Yilan, Goddess.”

  Ah.

  The man who burned his son’s lover alive.Framed her as a witch.

  Of course it would be him.

  “If you release me,” I said softly, “I will tell you who will rule beside Ravyn.”

  His eyes sharpened.

  “Are you begging me?”I dropped to my knees.

  How many times had I done this?

  Begged.

  Knelt.

  Promised obedience.

  Just to breathe outside air once more.

  “I am.”

  My forehead hit the floor.

  “I won’t interfere.”

  A pause.

  “I lied.”

  My voice cracked.

  “Please… release me.”

  He smiled that piss me off but i let it be...

  “Lady Philia,” he said lazily, “you’ve done well torturing your goddess.”

  I looked at him with hope. I think in this state i am really pathetic.

  But I would cling to a devil if it meant freedom.

  “King Chev… I will bless your people.”

  He laughed.

  He thought I was powerless, A fake ,Threatless.

  “You fear Ravyn,” I said quietly.

  His laughter stopped.

  “Whether I am real or not… the moment I declared she would rule your kingdom, she became your threat.”

  “She will be queen,” I continued. “The God of Night will ensure it.”

  Interest flickered in his eyes.

  “If you free me… I will pave a path for your son to inherit the throne.”

  “And the chosen ruler will still become queen.”

  A compromise...

  He extended his hand.I took it with a smile..