Love Beyond Pages

Last Page of The 1st Book

Cryzelle's fragile fingers clutched her beloved novel, "The Tale of Eve," as she lay in the hospital bed. The once vibrant, confident and top college student had succumbed to cancer's relentless grasp. Her tan skin seemed obvious against the stark white sheets.

Her mother, Mira, sat beside her, tears streaming down her face. "Fight, Cryzelle. Please, baby, don't leave me." She squeezed Cryzelle's hand.

Cryzelle's eyelids fluttered open, revealing sunken eyes that had lost their sparkle. "Mom... I'll miss you," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Rosa glanced at her youngest child, her expression a mix of sadness and understanding. "We'll be here, sweetie. You'll always be with us." She smiled weakly.

Cryzelle's gaze drifted to the book's cover, featuring Eve, the cunning protagonist, and Crown Prince Iandel. Her heart ached for Elizer, the mage who had captured her heart.

With a final sigh, Cryzelle's eyes closed, and her body relaxed. The machines surrounding her flatlined.

The room fell silent, except for Mira's muffled sobs.

But Cryzelle's spirit didn't fade. A warm, ethereal light enveloped her, and she felt herself being pulled into the pages of "The Tale of Eve."

*A New Realm*

Cryzelle's vision blurred, then sharpened. She stood amidst a lush garden, surrounded by characters she knew and loved. Eve's laughter echoed nearby, mingling with the sweet scent of blooming flowers.

Tall trees swayed gently in the breeze, casting dappled shadows on the manicured lawn. A soft, golden light illuminated the scene, as if the sun had descended upon the garden.

Cryzelle's eyes widened as she took in the familiar yet alien landscape. She had entered her beloved novel.

A figure approached her. Elizer, the mage, stood before her, his piercing blue eyes sparkling with curiosity. His chiseled features and snow like hair made her heart skip a beat.

"Who are you?" Elizer asked, his deep voice sending shivers down her spine.

Cryzelle's lips curled into a gentle smile. "I'm Cryzelle"

Elizer's eyebrows furrowed. "How did you arrive here? This is a party only for nobles and invited guest are alowed, i didnt see you on the guest list, please leave"

"Understood" She said bowing before turning back

Cryzelle walked away from Elizer, her confident stride belied by her racing thoughts.

"What did i say again? Gosh i forgot!"

"Did I stutter? I'm sure I did. Ugh, Cryzelle, get a grip!"

"No, no, no. I'm sure he noticed. My voice trembled, didn't it?"

"But why? I'm always confident. What's wrong with me?"

Convinced she'd made a fool of herself, Cryzelle quickened her pace, not looking back.

*In the streets*

Cryzelle strolled through the bustling streets of the kingdom, her heart still reeling from her conversation with Elizer. She couldn't believe she had actually spoken to her favorite character.

As she walked, Cryzelle's mind wandered:

"Did i really get to speak with my favorite character?! He is even more handsome than the book describes him to be!"

"His chiseled features and his white snowy hair!"

"Even his voice is attractive!!"

Cryzelle's cheeks flushed, and she felt warmth spreading across her face. Passersby cast curious glances her way.

She hastily looked around, ensuring no one noticed her blush. Cryzelle quickly composed herself, taking deep breaths.

"Why am I blushing? I used to talk to handsome guys before... but Elizer different. He's.."

The kingdom's vibrant market stalls and towering spires seemed to fade into the background as Cryzelle's thoughts consumed her. Merchants hawked their wares, and pedestrians hurried past, oblivious to her inner turmoil.

As Cryzelle turned a corner, she collided with a handsome stranger.

Cryzelle apologized for the collision, her purple eyes locking onto the stranger's warm smile.

"Lost in thought, lovely?" he asked, his gaze wandering over her striking features. "Your beauty's undeniable, but your... paleness, pink lips, and raven hair seem out of place here."

"May i ask, what evidence do you have to reach that conclusion?" She responded

"Yes, you don't resemble our continent's warmth-kissed people, well some of us are pale but not as pale as you lady. Your attire, too those intricate lace and high quality silk are Northern styles. Are you from the distant lands of Everia?"

She paused, unsure how much to reveal but decided to go with the flow. "Yes"

"I see, then please be careful here, you see, our land is not somewhere northerner should be, specially for a pretty noble like you from Everia wandering here alone" he said before vanishing into thin air

My apperance is out place?

Huh?

After wandering for a bit Cryzelle stumble upon a quaint shop, the  sign read "Moonlit Mirrors", out of curiosity she entered.

Facing her current appereance on a full size mirror, she couldnt help but compare it to when she was still on Earth.

Her tan skin, light brown eyes, blonde short hair and casual college attire now replaced with a porcelain like skin, light purple eyes, raven like hair cascading down her back , elegant, intricate silver embroidery on her clothing, high quality sandals and accessories.

Cryzelle stood before the mirror, scrutinizing her reflection.

"Is this truly my body? Or did I possess someone else's?"

"Did I displace an Everian soul, claiming this life as my own?"

"Why can't I recall this persons past or how I arrived here?"

Cryzelle's gaze lingered on her hands, searching for familiarity.

"These hands, this face... are they mine?"

"What if I'm occupying a nobles body?" Cryzelle speculated, envisioning an unknown Everian.

"Did this original owner's spirit fade, allowing mine to take hold?"

Who is the owner of this body?

Did... something happened to her?