"Its 2030 Age of Modern Era na noh!! haller! wala na tayo sa 15th century! di na nag eexist yang mga so-called knights sa balat ng pagmumukha ng mother Earth!!" ika ni Therra Heloise, a 18 year old, pessimistic, rebelious, lazy, boyish and distrustful girl who doesnt believe in fairy tales and happy endings. Yeah..happy endings..bitter lang nuh? But what if, she dreamed of a happy ending with a Knight Prince from the 15th century who unexpectedly travelled to the future to seek for her help in search for his long long long long lost love through a love letter? What if she fell inlove with the knight? masasabi pa ba nyang they never really existed? or masasabi nyang " I do believe in happy endings but i wish it was on you?" A story of adventure, fantasy, true love and a touch of humor in one.. Find out what really a happy ending and fairy tales mean to Therra Heloise as she reveals her chapters of love and adventure. *** cut scene *** " kala ko pang cosplay yang armor mo..ok ha.. pang Ragnarok Online.." ppffftttssss~~~ **tries to stop laughing** Hinila niya ang isang piece ng kanyang asul na cape at pinunas sa bibig ko.. "Laway mo Binibini.. Tumatalsik" and I was like O_O

When a classified military experiment fractures reality, Alrescha Sterling-a rural physician-is torn from her world and cast into another: a dying realm abandoned by its goddess and left to rot beneath the weight of human greed. The skies are fractured. The land is poisoned. Civilization survives only in fragments, clinging to its final breath. Rescued-then claimed-by the enigmatic Inquisitor Ariston, Alrescha is given an impossible role: to become a priestess capable of healing a god on the brink of extinction. The promise is simple-restore the god, and her deepest wish will be granted. But instead of a path home, Alrescha is given a task. To gather the last remaining divine herbs: Each one tied to forgotten miracles, dangerous relics, and the fading memory of a forsaken god the world itself seems determined to erase. Now hunted by the desperate Seclyr Order, she is forced into a role she never chose: The Apothecary of a dying god. Yet the deeper their journey takes them, the more reality begins to fracture. The herbs respond to her touch. The world begins to heal in her presence. And the Inquisitor-always smiling, always watching-feels less like a guide and more like something waiting to be remembered. Because the cure for this broken world is not merely the herbs. It is a ritual. A bond. A choice. One that could restore everything- ...or cost a god what little remains. The Cure for a Dying God EllenKnightz, 2026