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Elena lay in her small, sterile room, the sunlight filtering weakly through the blinds. The walls were plain, the air stale, but on her lap rested something extraordinary: a novel she had ordered weeks ago, finally arrived in time for her final days.
Choose Ur Monarch.
The pages were alive in her hands. Kingdoms brimming with magic, rulers who wielded power that shaped entire worlds, heroes and villains locked in endless conflict... and she, an ordinary girl in a dying body, could only imagine herself inside those lands.
Not as a hero. Not as a noble savior.
No... as someone feared. Someone unforgettable. A villainess.
Her chest ached with the effort of breathing, each cough stealing what little energy she had left. But she clutched the book tightly, her fingers trembling, eyes scanning every word with desperate hunger. She wanted this life. Every thrill, every choice, every victory and betrayal. She wanted it all.
"I wish..." she whispered, voice hoarse. "...I wish I could live it. I wish I could be... someone who leaves her mark."
A strange warmth spread through her chest, soft and enveloping, like the hum of magic itself. The edges of her vision shimmered, the room fading into a blur. And then, a voice, melodic and divine, spoke inside her mind:
"Your wish... granted."
Elena's lips curled into a smile, her final thought not of fear, not of regret... but of anticipation. Power. Freedom. Choice. All of it waiting for her in a world unlike any she had known.