I Refuse to be a Named Character

Part 8

"You're the author?"

- In a way. I made this world... but when I realized it was broken, it was too late. So I put the world's story in a book and distributed it across multiple worlds.

"Why?"

- I was looking for you.

"... Sounds like a scam."

- Well, I was looking for someone like you. Someone kind, caring, but tough enough to take on this world. Someone who could save them. Someone to become the heroine they needed.

"That's why you put the ritual in the book?"

- It was supposed to only appear near those who had the qualifications to help. I can only assume that Chloe switched your copy with hers. And although one did need to give up their life to cross over, there was nothing about "powering" the spell with the souls of innocent bystanders.

"That was just her selfishness." I shook my head. "Now what did you mean by saying that I could still save this world?"

- I mean, you have a choice. The voice paused, and two orbs showed in front of me. I looked at the first orb, it showed me in a hospital bed on a ventilator.

- You never fully died in your original world.

"Does that mean Chloe...?"

- No, she was standing right by the source of the explosion. She's gone for good. You're different. With my power I can return you to your old life. You'll have to recover, of course, but you can eventually live a normal life, forget this ever happened.

I stared at the picture of myself. feeling a faint sense of longing. Electricity, modern food. Toilets. Not worrying about someone killing me every five minutes...

"What's my second choice?"

- You can return to his side. Live in Armaria. Stay by Lucien, keep him from destroying the world.

"Aren't I dead there?"

- I can fix that... But if I do, your body in the old world will die. I'll use the energy left there to bring you back in my world.

I stared at the two orbs.

A normal life... It had been everything I had ever wanted. I had always hoped for a day when I could be allowed to return to my old home. And here it was, given to me on a silver platter.

But I couldn't shake my thoughts of the second world. Of my cabin in the woods. Blade. The group of nameless servants who were so excited to talk about being background characters. Could I really be okay never seeing them again?

And what about Luke? Could I really leave him behind? I thought of the name that he had given me.

Amia.

Beloved.

I liked it.

It was never a question, was it? I turned towards the second orb with a smile. "I want to go home. To Armaria."

- Are you sure? You can't change your mind once you decide.

I stared at Luke's face through the orb. "I'm sure."

- Great! Then prepare yourself for some deus ex machina!

With a great flash of light, the empty world around me disappeared.

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"LUKE!" Luke glanced up as Blade pushed herself through the crowd, kneeling at his side.

"Blade? How did you know...?" Blinking rapidly, he shook his head. "You're too late... she's..."

"SHE'S NOT DEAD YOU IDIOT!" Smacking the back of his head, Blade reached out and positioned herself over to look at the wound. "The dagger missed her heart it looks like. But she's been poisoned."

"But I checked her pulse..."

"There are poisons that slow the pulse to an almost undetectable level. It's been less than a minute since she stopped breathing. We can save her. " She turned around. "Slash! I need an antidote!"

The scorpion leader stepped forward. "Why should I?"

"She holds your Tarif. Plus, I'll beat you until you agree."

"Fine!" Slash shuddered, handing over a vial. "Violent woman."

Blade forced the potion into her mouth removing the knife in her back and covering the holes with a special dressing to prevent air leakage.

"It's amazing that this knife managed to miss the critical structures."

Luke smiled, looking up at the ceiling. "Our Amia must have someone looking out for her."

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"Come on, you're so slow!" Grabbing my bow, I left the cabin, walking out towards the woods.

"Why are you in such a hurry, Amia?" Luke followed me out, smiling quietly as he packed away his own weapons.

"If we don't go early, all the good game will be hiding. This is our first vacation in forever and I want to enjoy it!" Grabbing his hand, I pulled him along. "Move faster!"

"As my Queen commands!" He chuckled, speeding up his pace.

"I'm still not used to that."

"The title? We've been married for six months now."

"I grew up in the suburbs, okay? Cut me some slack!"

Luke grinned. "Would it be better or worse if I called you the Queen of the Desert?"

"Worse. Definitely worse." I sighed as I walked, wanting to hide my face in my hands. Blade and Slash had conquered the remaining Spider camp, handing their Tarif over to me. When I asked why, I had only received a thumbs up and a new title of Queen.

"Blade only wants the best for her adopted daughter. She won't just leave you the Serpent Camp when she can hand you the whole desert."

I sighed quietly. "I feel like my life has become the opposite of the nameless side character I was supposed to be."

"The Queen of the Desert? Queen of the Western City? Married to Lucien, the villain of 'Deadly Crown'? Not to mention the leader of your very own cult of the Nameless."

"Shouldn't I be disqualified from that last one, since I have a name now?"

"They're okay with it, since they've concluded you're a main character." He rolled his eyes. "Especially as Graham has joined and become their most ardent member."

"Ugh."

"Amia?" Luke's hand grasped my own, as he showed a rare, nervous expression. "Do you regret it?"

"Regret giving my old life up? Coming here instead?"

Luke nodded silently. In answer, I leaned forward, kissing him for a few long seconds.

"I could never regret it."

And I didn't. It was not the life I envisioned. Not one I would have originally chosen... at least based off of reading the books. And although I didn't live a normal life in my old world, or the life of a nameless side character in this world, I got something even better.

The life by the side of those I loved.