📖 EDITION 20 — "THE BIRTH OF NEMESIS"
Season 1 Finale of the Past Arc
Opening Scene
Darkness.
Not a single ray of light entered the prison.
Cold stone walls stretched endlessly.
Heavy golden chains covered every pillar.
Time itself felt frozen.
Deep beneath the Council...
The young boy remained imprisoned.
Days passed.
Weeks passed.
Months passed.
No visitors came.
No voices called his name.
Only silence remained.
The Dreamer watched the memory with trembling hands.
Dreamer
"...How long?"
The Writer lowered his head.
Writer
"Long enough..."
"...for hope to disappear."
The memory continued.
The Cell
The young boy sat quietly.
His once-bright eyes had grown dull.
His clothes were torn.
The corruption on his arm had spread further.
Yet...
He never cursed anyone.
Every morning...
He whispered the same words.
Young Boy
"They'll come."
"They just need time."
Days turned into months.
The words slowly changed.
Young Boy
"They haven't forgotten..."
Months turned into years.
Young Boy
"...Right?"
Silence answered him.
Above the Prison
The Council continued its work.
Life moved on.
New Versions were created.
New missions began.
The young boy slowly became...
A forgotten name.
Only three people returned.
Again...
And again...
And again.
Johan.
Malice.
The Shattered One.
Every visit...
The guards refused them entry.
Guard
"Orders from the Council."
Malice slammed his fist into the wall.
The stone cracked.
Malice
"He's innocent!"
The guards remained silent.
Johan simply stared at the prison door.
Johan
"...One day..."
"...those doors will open."
The Shattered One gently placed flowers outside the prison entrance.
Every week.
Without fail.
The Final Hope
One rainy evening...
Footsteps echoed through the prison.
The young boy slowly stood.
His eyes lit up.
Young Boy
"They came..."
The prison door opened.
He smiled.
But...
It wasn't Johan.
It wasn't Malice.
It wasn't the Shattered One.
It was the Writer.
The young boy's smile returned.
Young Boy
"I knew you'd come."
The Writer couldn't meet his eyes.
Young Boy
"I'm ready."
"When can I go home?"
Silence.
The Writer slowly placed a document on the floor.
Writer
"The Council has reached a decision."
The young boy smiled.
Young Boy
"So..."
"I'm free?"
The Writer's hands shook.
Writer
"No."
The smile disappeared.
Writer
"Your imprisonment..."
"...is permanent."
Silence.
Complete silence.
The young boy stared at the Writer.
Waiting.
Hoping.
Believing...
It had to be a joke.
Young Boy
"...Permanent?"
The Writer nodded.
Tears rolled down his face.
Writer
"I'm sorry."
The young boy laughed.
A small laugh.
Broken.
Empty.
Young Boy
"So..."
"I saved everyone..."
He looked at his own hands.
Young Boy
"I trusted everyone..."
His voice cracked.
Young Boy
"And this..."
"...is my reward."
The Writer fell to his knees.
Writer
"I failed you."
The young boy slowly turned away.
Young Boy
"No."
Silence.
Young Boy
"You chose them."
The Writer reached toward him.
Writer
"Please..."
The young boy stepped deeper into the darkness.
Young Boy
"Leave."
The Writer hesitated.
Then...
Slowly walked away.
The prison door closed.
BOOM!!
For the first time...
The young boy cried.
Not loudly.
Not violently.
Just quietly.
Like someone who had finally accepted...
No one was coming.
The Birth
The chains around his wrists began to crack.
Not because they were weak.
Because his heart had changed.
The corruption spread across his entire body.
His bright eyes slowly turned crimson.
His warm smile disappeared forever.
He stood.
For the first time in years.
The prison shook violently.
The lights exploded.
The chains shattered one after another.
CRACK!!
CRACK!!
CRACK!!
The entire prison trembled.
Guards rushed toward the chamber.
They stopped.
Frozen in fear.
The boy they had imprisoned...
No longer existed.
Standing before them...
Was someone else.
His crimson eyes glowed like burning stars.
Dark energy surrounded him.
His voice echoed throughout the prison.
Calm.
Cold.
Unbreakable.
Nemesis
"The boy..."
"...died waiting."
Silence.
Nemesis
"What remains..."
"...is your consequence."
The prison doors exploded open.
Outside...
Johan...
Malice...
And the Shattered One stood waiting.
Not surprised.
Not afraid.
They smiled.
Johan stepped forward first.
He bowed.
Johan
"Welcome back."
Malice placed a fist over his heart.
Malice
"My King."
The Shattered One removed his cracked mask.
For the first time...
He smiled.
Shattered One
"You finally found your answer."
Nemesis looked toward the endless sky.
Nemesis
"No..."
He slowly clenched his fist.
Nemesis
"I found my purpose."
The four walked away together.
Not as prisoners.
Not as outcasts.
But as a family...
The world itself had created.
Present Day
The memory ended.
The mysterious book slowly closed.
The Dreamer stood motionless.
Tears streamed down his face.
Dreamer
"...He wasn't born as Nemesis."
The Writer quietly nodded.
Writer
"No."
He looked toward the battlefield outside the library window.
Writer
"We created him."
Silence filled the library.
The Dreamer closed the book with trembling hands.
Dreamer
"If this truth reaches the Council..."
The Writer finished the sentence.
Writer
"...Everything will change."
The final page of the book revealed one last message.
"Every villain has a beginning. Every hero has a mistake. History remembers only one of them."
The page turned.
Darkness consumed everything.
END OF EDITION 20
📖 CONTINUATION
EDITION 21 — "THE SILENT YEARS"
"The truth has been uncovered, but the Council remains unaware. While the Dreamer struggles with what he has learned, Nemesis quietly begins moving the first pieces of a plan that will one day lead to the final war of Season 1."