The only reason I came to this pub is because I needed to go bathroom. And now there is a portal and it’s closing and the writer in me is screaming to jump in. So I do.

I wake up.

I’m in a bed. I look around and it looks really fancy. So fancy, I think it’s a royal bedroom. It also looks weirdly familiar..

"She’s awake," I hear a hushed whisper.

I turn my head and see a maid. She also looks familiar too.

I think I’m dreaming. It would make a lot of sense with the whole portal and everything.

"Are you alright?" a girl walks over to me. She blonde and has pretty blue eyes, she gorgeous. Like she’s straight out of a painting-OH MY GOSH IT’S ANASTASIA.

My eyes widen and I scramble out of bed. Imm suddenly not feeling dizzy.

"It’s okay! We’re not going to hurt you!"

"Unless you give us a reason to," a girl with brown hair mutters.

What. The heck. Is going on?

"Anastasia? Valencia?" I squint. My breathing has visibly quickened.

"How do you know my name?" Valencia narrows her eyes suspiciously and sets a fire in her hands.

"Wait! Please don’t hurt me!"

"Val.." Ana looks at her.

Valencia rolls her eyes and kills the fire.

"Where am I?"

"You’re in Numix, kid," Eiran walks in from a what I will assume is Ana’s bathroom.

"Woah." I admire Eiran. Damn. I know I created him an’ all but seeing him in person..

"She awake yet?" A man in gold armour walks in—Ade.

"Woah."

"Is she hitting on our guys?" Val cocks her head and looks at me in confusion.

"I don’t know… She looks a bit too young to even try."

"She doesn’t look any older than thirteen."

"Hey!" I frown at them. "I have you know I’m fifteen!"

Val just shrugs.

"Okay, enough with arguing about ages and men," Eiran jumps in before we start arguing. "You," he looks at me. "Who are you and what is your purpose here?"

I stand up from the ground. "Well, I’m Z, your author. And I came here through a portal-"

"A portal?" Cyrus eyes widen with curiosity.

"Jesus-" I jump. "You scared me, Cy."

"Hold up," Eiran’s brows furrows. "Author?"

"How do you know my name?" the little boy asks.

"How do you know any of our names?" Val asks too. "I mean, I get Eiran and Anastasia since their royals but mind and Cy’s?"

"I just told you guy—I’m an author."

"As in books?" Ade raises an eyebrow.

"Yeah."

"She’s messing with us."

"Prove it," Val challenges.

"Uh.. yeah okay.." I try think of something. "Okay." I turn to Valencia, "You were walking back to the castle past curfew as per usual and then King Matako came to you and dropped the bomb that he was your father and he needs you to get closer to Anastasia as a favour." Val falters. I turn to Ade, "The last words you little sister said was ‘Go live the life I never got the chance to have’."

"You did not have to remind me of that."

"Sorry." I turn to Eiran. "Your father-"

"No," he shuts me down immediately. "I think we get it."

Anastasia sits on the bed. "So you..created us?"

"And your stories," I nod.

"You are our creator?"

"I am your creator."