The Antagonist's Full Moon

16. Creator

Back to the present.

Liv gasped at Dean's statement. This strange man claims that he created nature, including me?! Whatdoes thatmean? ask Liv inwardly.

"You must be confused, huh?" dean asked, as if he could clearly guess what Liv was currently thinking. The girl just looked back at him with mixed feelings. Dean was getting impatient.

"Your world is not real, it's just my imagination. In the world I came from, I was writing a novel called "The Wasted Prince". The main character is Haldir" Dean explained.

"Haldream? You mean, Your Highness Prince Haldir Legolas?" ask Liv to make sure. Dean nodded and continued saying, "The story is about Haldir's life journey from someone who was a nobody, to being a respected king!"

Liv scrunched her forehead. He's getting confused. Just two months later, Liv gets to know Haldir and becomes friends. Just like what this stranger said before him, Haldir was indeed no one before going to the capital in place of the king. However, he knew, Haldir was his real friend, not someone's imagination.

"You must be kidding me!" liv exclaimed, not believing what Dean had said.

The man was upset. "Hey, I'm not lying! I also wrote about your story in the novel!"

"Whatchu mean? My story?" liv asked, confused and curious.

Dean nodded. "You know, I made you the villain in my novel. In fact, you are the strongest character that will be Haldir's opponent in the final round!"

"Don't talk too much!" peekit Liv's. "Me and Your Majesty are friends! I wouldn't have hurt him!"

"But--"

"That's it!" liv shouted, cutting Dean's words. The man was surprised by it. "You don't lie anymore! You may be our creator! Your feet just hit the ground, just like me!"

Without saying goodbye, Liv immediately ran away from Dean, without the man preventing her. "Hey, wait! Listen to me first!"

Dean's screams were futile, because Liv was getting away. "Tch! Si*lan!" dean was upset.

Liv ran home. His mind was so upset to hear Dean's statement just now. What does it mean that I will attack Haldir? He's my friend! No way!

Liv continued to deny in her heart, until she could no longer concentrate. Liv forgot, that she had to go through small streets just like when she left earlier. Liv goes home through a large road, with no recollection of Legolas' unwritten tradition that women should not go out alone at night. Liv doesn't realize that there are two men who cross paths with her.

"Eh, did you see the one that just passed? Isn't she a girl?" ask one of them, to make sure. Another elf replied to him with a nod.

"I saw it. But ... Who is he?" The two of them continued to look in the direction where Liv was running. Then, their eyes were fixed on a palace.

"Ah, isn't that the Themaris' family's wastu?"

"Don't ... ."

Now, the two men are aware of a big rumor carried out by a Themaris princess. It was only a matter of time, until it was heard into the ears of the head of the family, Olrun Themaris.

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Dean went back to the inn feeling coarse. He was forced to go home while sneaking, passing through small streets for fear of being known to residents to have brown skin and black hair. The head covering cloth he used to wear had disappeared somewhere, as well as his only pair of sandals. He walked barefoot to Litavenue, just like the first time he came to this world of elves.

"You're home, son?" ask Frode. "I've prepared food for you."

"I'm not hungry" said Dean briefly, as he headed to the bunk bed on the side of the room. He lay down and closed his eyes, not caring for Frode in the least.

But Frode did not give up. He approached Dean and sat down on the edge of the bed. "But you ate very little this afternoon. At least eat a little more before going to bed."

Frode felt, Dean was like his own son. After all, that man was indeed meritorious in his life. Frode felt it was his duty to take care of Dean's health in this world.

"Little bit, son, so you don't have stomach--ache-"

"I said I'm not hungry!!" snapped Dean, he got up from his lie and glared at Frode who was so jolted.

"Why the hell, no one wants to hear my words!! Liv Themaris, now you too! I am the creator of this world, you should just obey!!"

"Creator? You mean ...?" Frode looked curious, very similar to Liv earlier.

Dean sat on the edge of the bed. He's been flabbergasted. Dean's emotions exposed everything. He looked at Frode for a moment, then took a deep breath. Ddan rubbed his face. Tonight was making him feel dizzy. Liv doesn't believe her, while she has to arrive at the Nautabu Mountains before winter.

"Son, do you have a problem? What did you mean by that 'world creator?" Frode tried to ask with great care and gentle intonation.

Dean looked at Frode once more, before finally explaining. "I'm a novelist from another world. Everything Mr. Frode sees and feels right now, I made up the story. I even wrote your poor, bankrupt life story, so I could be stranded on Litavenue. You're the figurine in my novel. It's not real and it's just my imagination!"

Dean's length explains his origin. He also briefly recounts the novel "The Wasted Prince" and how Frode was a figurehead. Frode was stunned to hear all of those explanations.

"So, that's it!" Dean closed the explanation. "It's up to you to believe it or not, but I'm not lying!"

Suddenly, Frode clutched tightly onto Dean's collar. "Never say that my wife and children are not real! Maybe I'm just a figure in your story, but to me this world is reality!"

Frode interrupted Dean's words, leaving the man shocked. Frode had never raised his tone to Dean until now. Apparently, when it comes to family, Frode can also be emotional. However, Dean did not care. He was more surprised when it turned out that Frode believed his story.

"Do you believe what I say?!" ask Dean to make sure. A smile appeared on his face. If only Dean had been in the position of those elves, he himself thought that he would not believe his own words.

"I don't really want to believe it. In this world there are no more humans, they are long gone. But, ever since you showed me your round ears, I don't want to believe it. Coupled with the fact that you are from the world of the laim, and now you are our creator. What else can I not accept?"

Frode looked at Dean from head to toe. Then, the old man got up from the edge of the bed and looked at the night view from the window, then let out a long breath.

"I've guessed that there's one more thing unique about you, other than you being a human from another world. Seen from how you know the ins and outs of the Litforest forest that turns out to be fruitful throughout the year. Who else could have known this, if not the God who created this world?"

Dean shook his hand. "I'm not a god! I created your God. I am just a human from another world. After all, aren't you angry at all? I wrote your destiny like that!"

Suddenly, Frode laughed. "To be honest, I'm very angry."

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