Thatgirlsilver
I woke up expecting my plain white ceiling. Instead, I got a medieval roof full of creepy runes, a missing pillow... and a dangerously attractive, one-eyed man with fangs calling me "author."
Somehow, I've been dropped inside my own fantasy novel - the one where the hero is supposed to die to save the world. Except my so-called "Chosen One," Arion Vale, refuses. Now, with three days before the entire kingdom turns to stone, I have to convince my stubborn hero to complete the ritual... or I'll be trapped in my own story forever.
Oh, and the villain I created? He's here too - and he knows exactly how much trouble I'm in.
It's my plot. My world. My characters.
...So why does it feel like I'm the one about to lose?