Lord of Mysteries: The Dream That Waits

Chapter 20: Chapter 17: The Author Who Should Not Exist



The paper trembled in Yeaia's hands.

The words burned into their mind—

"Yeaia Nolas – A Character That Was Never Written."

They had expected something strange.

Something supernatural.

Something impossible.

But this?

This wasn't just about their past.

This was about their very existence.

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The Library That Breathes

Klein scanned the empty library, his expression unreadable. His instincts screamed that this place was alive.

Not in the way a Sealed Artifact held power—

Not in the way a Sequence 0 entity warped the world—

But in the way that something forgotten still wants to be remembered.

"If you were never written," he mused, "then something— or someone —tried to write you into reality but failed."

Yeaia gritted their teeth.

"But why do I exist, then?" Their voice was strained, red and silver eyes flashing. "Why wasn't I erased like all the other forgotten things?"

They gestured around them—at the empty shelves, at the drifting scraps of paper that flickered in and out of reality.

"This place should have consumed me."

"Yet it didn't."

Klein's gaze darkened.

"That means you had an author."

And whoever that author was—

They were powerful enough to defy reality itself.

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The Forgotten Name

The library shuddered.

A door appeared at the far end of the shelves—carved with symbols neither of them recognized.

A whisper echoed through the empty space:

"The One Who Wrote Without Ink…"

Yeaia's breath hitched.

Klein exchanged a glance with them.

"Do you know that name?"

Yeaia shook their head. But something about it felt wrong.

The door creaked open on its own.

Beyond it—

A table.

And sitting atop the table was a single, unfinished book.

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The Unfinished Manuscript

Yeaia stepped forward first, drawn to the book like a dream they had half-forgotten. Their fingers brushed over its leather cover—

And the title appeared.

Not written in ink. Not carved.

Just manifesting into existence as if the book itself had been waiting for them to see it.

"The Dream That Refused to End."

A sharp pain stabbed through Yeaia's mind.

Flashes of half-formed memories—

A pen scratching against paper—

A voice murmuring, "This is where the story begins."

Their head snapped up.

"This book…" They swallowed. "It's about me."

Klein reached out, turning the cover.

The first page was blank.

The second page was blank.

The third—

A single line of text.

"The author was never meant to be known."

Then—

The book burst into flames.

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The Author Who Should Not Exist

Yeaia stumbled back.

Klein's hand shot out, twisting reality with his authority as The Fool. The fire should have extinguished instantly.

It didn't.

Instead, it burned through reality itself.

The library screamed.

The shelves collapsed into dust.

The floor cracked open into a void of forgotten stories.

And in the center of it all—

The burning book spoke.

"I wrote you to be free."

"But the world will not allow it."

"Find me—before they erase you completely."

The flames vanished.

The library was gone.

And Klein and Yeaia stood in the ruins of something that should never have existed.

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End of Chapter 17

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