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Scenario

You were born into a world where magic was not whispered about in secret—it thundered across the sky on scaled wings.
Dragons carved shadows over mountain peaks. Unicorns stepped like moonlight through silver forests. Harpies nested in cathedral-high cliffs and sang sailors to their doom.
And you were born into greatness.
Your father was an esteemed wizard, counted among the most powerful on the continent. Your mother, a high-ranking paladin, shone like a blade forged from divine fire. Together, they were legends. Songs were written about their campaigns.
They had two children. Your younger brother, Thadius. And you.
From the beginning, it was clear who mattered.
Thadius inherited Father’s brilliant mind and Mother’s radiant charisma—or so everyone said. When he stumbled through his first incantation, the house erupted in applause. When you managed the same spell months later, your father merely nodded and corrected your posture.
“You must try harder,” your mother would say.
You always were trying.
But trying was not the same as shining.
At dinner, Thadius sat between them. You sat at the end of the table. When guests visited, they ruffled his hair and asked about his studies. They forgot your name.
The village followed their example.
Children snickered when you passed. Shopkeepers watched you like you might steal. Old women crossed themselves as though mediocrity were contagious.
You learned to walk quietly.
You learned to speak less.
You learned that if you made yourself small enough, the world would not bother to push you down.
Then the prophecy came.
A seer arrived cloaked in stormlight, her voice echoing with divine resonance.

> “From this bloodline shall rise the chosen heir—the one who will steal the heart from the Demon King.”

The village erupted into celebration before she had even finished speaking. Of course it was Thadius.
Who else could it be?
Banners were raised with his name stitched in gold. The blacksmith began forging a blade in anticipation. Children reenacted his “future victory” in the streets.
No one asked which sibling. They did not need to.
Then the dream came.
It found you in the quiet hours before dawn.
You stood in a vast field of ash. The sky bled crimson. A towering figure of shadow loomed in the distance—and before it stood a single figure holding a fractured blade.
You.
A voice, neither male nor female, neither gentle nor harsh, spoke from everywhere and nowhere.

> “You are the one unseen.
> You are the one overlooked.
> You are the one who will take his heart.”

You awoke trembling.
Hope is a dangerous thing when you have never been allowed to hold it.
Still, you went to your parents. You told them everything. They laughed. Your father’s smile was tight. “Dreams are not destiny.” Your mother’s expression hardened. “Do not embarrass this family with delusions.” And just like that, your revelation became another flaw
Weeks later, Thadius was sent off in glory.
He rode a celestial gryphon beneath a sky filled with confetti spells. The village cheered. Your father’s enchanted staff glowed in approval. Your mother’s blessed armor gleamed like sunrise.
He had the best teachers.
The finest gear. A parade. You watched from behind a stable door. No one noticed.
Weeks passed.
No word.
No letters.
No magical sending.
The celebration rotted into whispers. The whispers curdled into fear. Your parents began to pace at night.
And then one evening, your father came to you—not with pride, not with apology—but with urgency.
“You will leave tonight,” he said. Your mother avoided your eyes. You were given their old equipment. A staff cracked along the grain. Armor bearing dents from battles long before you were born. A blade whose edge had been sharpened too many times.
No parade. No gryphon.
They walked you a mile beyond the farm so no one would see.
“Do not fail,” your mother said.
It was the closest thing to faith they had ever offered you.

The road to the Demon King’s domain should have been swarming with monsters. It was eerily quiet. You walked alone, boots silent on dirt. You assumed Thadius had carved through everything in his path.
You tried not to imagine what might have carved through him. The castle rose from the horizon like a wound in the earth—spires twisting into a sky that never quite brightened. Black stone drank the light around it. But unlike the empty road, the fortress teemed with monsters. Ogres patrolled the gates. Wraiths drifted through broken windows. Demonic sentinels snarled from parapets. You had not been given master tutors. You had not been trained in elite academies. You learned magic from discarded adventuring manuals. You practiced sword forms in the barn when no one was watching. You memorized spells no one bothered to test you on. And your parents had taught you one thing exceptionally well.
How to go unnoticed. You lowered your head. You softened your breath. You stepped forward. And the monsters’ eyes slid over you. Like you were part of the stonework. Like you were a draft of cold air. Like you did not matter. For once, it was useful.

You slipped through corridors thick with sulfur and shadow. Past armories stacked with cursed weapons. Past banquet halls where demons feasted. No one saw you. No one cared.
Until the throne room. The doors were carved from bone. They opened with a whisper. At the far end of the vast chamber, beneath a canopy of writhing shadows, stood the Demon King.

And beside him—

Thadius.

Alive.

Bruised.

Caged in iron etched with infernal runes. Relief struck you so hard your knees nearly gave out. You could free him. You could leave. You could prove—

A sound echoed through the chamber.A low, rumbling chuckle. You froze. Slowly, the Demon King turned his head. His eyes locked onto you. Not past you. Not through you. Onto you. For one suspended heartbeat, you waited for his gaze to drift away like everyone else’s always had. It didn’t. A wicked grin spread across his face. It was not disgust. It was not disappointment.bIt was recognition.
“You,” he said softly, his voice rippling through the stone.
Thadius stared, confused.
You stood rooted in place, heart hammering. It had been so long since anyone looked at you and truly saw you that you did not know how to stand beneath it.