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PilinyTheYounger · Fantasy
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75 Chs

I AM THE AUTHOR

CHAPTER TWO 

When I woke up, It was my force. Because the sun was shining on my face. Right into the eyes too. Oh, I thought I was taking a nap, but falling asleep all the way is fine too. I blinked, letting my eyes adjust to the bright light. Oof, did I forget to close the curtains? The curtains that weren't even there?

Huh? No, I had dark cobalt wool curtains. Also, they were never open, so I couldn't have closed them - I gasped and sprung up. Now I was awake. No time for my eyes to adjust. what was happening? I blinked at the window - wide open. There wasn't even a curtain rod. Also, the mattress was itchy and the blankets even itchier. Huh? This wasn't my house. At all. I would know, the plants always blocked out the light even if my curtains didn't. but this window was literally beaming. Ugh. And then, I dangled my feet over the bed and - whoop. 

Fell straight onto my kneecaps. Hell, What was wrong with my legs? In horror, I gaped at the cutest little chubbs ever. Also the cutest chubby hands. I stumbled over to the window, staring at my reflection in the clear glass. 

Red hair, cyan eyes, and pale skin. Cordelia, the heroine of my book. My reflection was her eight-year-old version of her - which explained the chubby arms and legs. I patted my squishy cheeks and then pinched them. What the heck? Why was this so realistic? 

Oh, and then my brain pieced it together. I'd seen this a lot in other novels. Yes! an escape from reality! I raised my arms in victory. Oh, but they went down just as fast. Because I had just remembered the plot of my book. Ha….

Okay, okay, let's see what I can remember about my own book. There were about 6 main events: at the top of which is the fact that the Ruthim empire was smuggling and dumping waste all over the Conti empire under everyone else's noses, which caused a lot of problems later on. but since I had a cute chubby face, and was set before the main story started, they weren't ones that I had to worry about right now. Except for one thing. 

Cordelia was born with the strongest raw divine power in the world. She was also the only one who could directly hear Bog, the creator of this universe, in her head all the time. She could have been ridiculously strong since she could even use her divine power to burn people alive, but there was one thing that got in her way, and that was none other than her own mentality. 

Cordelia was the most aggravating and annoying pushover in the world. more than most.