The Song In My Heart

Lost Boy

A.N: Bittersweet Chapter incoming, also the beginning sounds like me trying to explain how fanfics work without breaking the fourth wall. 

The 'Cinema' is what the citizens heard the hero Choi Han called it.

It was a giant spacious room with many comfy chairs, and light bowls of popcorn stood.

This where every citizen sat.

"Hello again."

They all turned toward the 'Constellation' known as the [Huntress of the Brightest of Stars].

This was the person that knew many versions of past, present, and future, this was the person that had saved the Henituse territory from Wyverns and the Crazy Helmeted knight.

"As you may know I am a constellation... something akin to a spirit-type god."

Everyone stared at the self-proclaimed God.

It made sense, the being did demonstrate powers not even dragons possessed, but it was still very hard to believe.

For one the 'Constellation' was nothing more than a average looking teenage girl. 

The only thing that stood out was a small fountain pen holding her brown hair in place.

"And this is my domain."

Choi Han frowned before raising his hand.

The girl gave a warm smile.

"Yes, Choi Han?"

"Do you perhaps know anything of Korea?"

Rosalyn raised an eyebrow at the strange term.

The teen's grin turned to a pitying look.

"Yes, the Korean Peninsula is something I know of...."

Choi Han's eyes lit up, and for the first time since he first saw Harris Village he looked hopeful.

"But not a place I have the authority to take you to."

The Korean swordmasters eyes lost light once more.

As for the god her eyes just held a look nuance guilt, not a look of empathy nor sympathy.

"I'll be honest, I did not save the Henituse Territory because I cared, I only did it because J*****/y$$l< ordered me to."

The people gave looks of appall.

"For I am nothing more than a puppet-like avatar that stands in for the Author."

The teen's eyes glowed a pale silver, her bun became undone and like a polymorph her body changed.

Her hair grew longer and her features shrunk into more inhuman features.

Before transforming back.

"I am nothing but a mask of what hides the author, a persona if you will."

A hand rose up and the constellation gave a calm smile.

"Is there any reason to why you're doing this? And who the 'Author' is?"

The avatar gave a thoughtful look.

"Which one?"

Prince Alberu frowned at the question.

"There are thousands nay millions of 'Authors' around the world, each with their own unique traits and their own way to manipulate dimensional structure."

"I am just one avatar and I can only mess with the rules in this dimension, unless I wish to start a new world and own another."

Alberu listened to the 'avatar's' words seemingly analyzing the new information.