Episode 23 – Whispers of Legacy, Echoes of Truth
Ayra sat beneath the ancient moonlit tree in the palace courtyard of her maternal kingdom. The breeze carried faint memories, ones she didn't live but could somehow feel. As if the soil whispered secrets of a bloodline that once ruled not with fear, but with fierce kindness and unshakable will.
She traced the glowing pendant around her neck with a finger. It had started pulsing again. Ever since she set foot in this kingdom, it acted like a second heart—beating, guiding, warning.
> "You think just because I'm a cute exiled princess, I don't notice the shadow behind the third pillar?"
(She smirked toward the screen, breaking the fourth wall.)
"Don't worry, Author, I'm not going to die in a random assassination attempt. This isn't that kind of story. Well… not yet."
A hooded man stumbled out from the shadows, gasping for breath. Before Ayra even blinked, her hand lifted lazily, and the air around the man distorted violently. He collapsed—alive, but out cold.
"No one told you sneaking up on an omniversal being was a bad idea?" she whispered with a sigh, brushing dust off her robes.
Just then, the Grand Advisor of the kingdom rushed in, looking pale.
"Princess Ayra!" he shouted. "His Majesty requests your presence. Urgently!"
Ayra's smirk dropped. Her grandfather rarely summoned her unless something serious had happened.
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Royal Throne Room
Her grandfather, the most powerful king in all known realms, stood silently by the giant celestial map hovering in the center of the room.
He turned slowly. "Ayra… we've found something—someone—who may know what happened to your mother the day she vanished all those years ago."
Ayra's eyes narrowed. "Who?"
He gestured. From the shadows emerged a robed woman—eyes glowing faintly with cosmic wisdom.
"She's from the Universal Organization," the king explained. "And she's part of a small faction that's been secretly observing you for years."
Ayra's expression didn't change, but her heart jumped.
> (Cue mocking voice)
"Oh yay, more mysterious organizations watching me! What's next, a secret club of omniversal grandmas?"
> (She sighed dramatically)
"Author, stop adding creepy watchers. I'm not some rare Pokémon."
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Elsewhere:
In a realm hidden beyond multiversal layers, a massive chamber echoed with voices—The Multiversal Council had begun observing Ayra more seriously. Some feared her. Others hoped to use her. One even whispered:
> "She holds the power of the Forbidden Project. She could remake or break everything."
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Back in the palace
Ayra stood quietly at her mother's memorial. She finally spoke:
> "Mother… I'm not the scared little girl anymore. I'm the storm they didn't see coming. And I'm not done."
The necklace glowed again.
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