Chirstmas Novel 3: Spliter of Souls

== Chapter 1: Deep Dual ==
The Night of Division Reality felt a dull dread creep through her as they followed The Maker through the sleeping city. His quick pace and tense posture hinted at the magnitude of what lay ahead. Atheros, at his side, remained silent, his gaze shifting from Reality to The Maker with growing concern. They finally reached an ancient building, hidden between narrow alleys, like a forgotten sanctuary. A large wooden door, decorated with carved symbols, slowly opened before them as The Maker extended a hand. Inside, the room was illuminated by a pale, almost unreal light that seemed to vibrate gently in the air. The Maker turned back to Reality, his face grave and solemn. Reality, what I am about to ask of you is both a sacrifice and a necessity.
Reality frowned, her heart pounding. What does that mean? she asked, her voice shaking. Your soul, The Creator began, is tied to a Other Soul i have free from is wasteland world. But that same force has become a point of tension in the fabric of reality itself. To prevent future disaster, I must split your soul in two. One part will remain within you, while the other is reintegrated into a another power goddess. Atheros took a step forward, anger and disbelief in his eyes. Split her soul? Do you realize what you are asking? You are talking about an act that could destroy who she is! The Creator nodded slowly. “I know. But this is not a simple matter of choice. It is about the survival of all that exists. The rift I mentioned is partly the result of the choices this soul has made. It is too powerful, too unique, and if left intact, it threatens to unbalance the entire cosmic order.” Reality was paralyzed. She looked at Atheros, seeking comfort, but found only the reflection of her own fear in his eyes. What if I refuse? she whispered, her voice breaking.
The Creator closed his eyes for a moment, as if to weigh his words. If you refuse, I will need to take by the force because is too dangerous. It will attract the attention of those who seek to manipulate this force to their advantage—my collaborators, my opponents… And there will be no escape. You, like this world, will be consumed. A chilling silence fell over the How long will it take?” Reality finally asked, her shoulders slumping. One night. But this will be a night you will never forget. Your essence will be confronted with itself, and you will have to choose which aspects of your soul will survive. Every decision you make will define who you will become at dawn." Atheros tried to protest, but Reality held up a hand to interrupt him. If it must be done... then let us do it. The Maker nodded with respectful gravity.
He gestured, and the floor before them lit up with intricate symbols. An intense energy filled the room, vibrating the air around them. Lie here, Reality. When you close your eyes, the process will begin. You will be alone with yourself." As Reality complied, Atheros placed a trembling hand on her shoulder. You don't have to do this, he murmured. She gave him a weak smile. — If it can save our world… then it’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make. The lights grew brighter, and Reality’s silhouette seemed to fade into a blinding glare. Atheros watched helplessly as his friend disappeared into a storm of light. It was the beginning of the worst night Reality had ever experienced.
== Chapter 2: ==
The bright glow that had filled the room slowly faded, giving way to an almost oppressive atmosphere. Atheros, his eyes fixed on the altar where Reality had disappeared, felt a strange vibration in the air, as if reality itself was hesitating. Then, a silhouette appeared in the light. It was Reality, or at least, a part of her. Her face bore signs of fatigue, and her gaze seemed dull, as if she had left an essential part of herself behind. But that was not all. At his side stood a young girl. She looked like Reality, but her appearance was strangely different: she had softer, almost childlike features, and an overflowing energy in her gestures. Her eyes shone with a lively and curious light, in stark contrast to Reality’s gravity. Atheros rushed towards them, but he stopped short, troubled by what he saw.
“Reality? What happened?” Who is… this girl?” Reality looked up at him, her hands shaking. “It’s… me. Well, a version of me. A part of my soul was separated and manifested in this form. It represents everything I was… or maybe everything I could never be.” The young Reality, curious and carefree, looked around in wonder. “This place is weird! Who are you?” she asked, pointing at Atheros, a mischievous smile on her face. Atheros stepped back slightly, torn between confusion and worry. I am… a friend. But why are you here? The Creator then intervened, his face still grave. “This is the result of the ritual. Reality’s soul was too complex to simply split. A part of her essence manifested in an independent form. This younger version of herself is a reflection of her memories, her dreams, and her doubts.” Reality, the original, seemed upset. “Does this mean that I am no longer complete? That this… version of me carries pieces of what I was? The Creator nodded slowly.
That is correct. But this is only the beginning. Each ritual will further separate your essence, until the necessary parts are purified and aligned with the Order. You will have to coexist with these fragments of yourself, for they represent choices you have not yet made.”
The younger Reality laughed softly, ignoring the tension in the room. Coexist? Great! That means we will live together! she said happily, grabbing Reality’s hand. Atheros watched the scene with a mixture of disbelief and anger.
“You realize what you’re doing? You’re breaking her, piece by piece, and you call that balance?” The Creator remained impassive. — “Balance requires sacrifice. If it fails, the consequences will be far worse.” Reality, though visibly shaken, shook the younger version of her hand. You need to know Atheros, say The Creator. She is no from this omniverse but the Miracleverse. But tell me one thing, So what say Melayne the True name of the young. I will be just a new random citizen. Cmon is my daugheter. The Creator looked away slightly before answering. — YOUR DAUGHETER. LOL NO IS THE DAUGHETER OF REALITY AND ATHEROS NO OF YOU. What is certain is that this version of you now has its own consciousness. It will evolve with you… or against you.” These words left a chill in the room. Atheros placed a comforting hand on Reality’s shoulder. “No matter what happens, I’m here. We’ll get through this together.” Young Reality watched the scene, her smile fading slightly, as if she sensed the magnitude of the situation. Yet, in her nascent mind, new thoughts were already germinating. NO I REFUSE say Meaylne. i have..
== Chapter 3: My error your Mistake ==
The usually impassive and self-assured Creator stood before Reality, Atheros, and the young Reality, his shoulders slumped as if the weight of the world were pressing down on him. For the first time, a crack in his mask of authority appeared. He took a deep breath, then turned directly to Reality. Or rather, he stared at her with an unusual intensity, as if he were speaking to another person through her. —“Marinette Dupain-Cheng, listen to me…” he began, his voice trembling with an emotion he had never let show before. Reality blinked, surprised. —“Marinette? But… that’s not my name. Why do you call me that?” The Creator looked away for a moment, his face full of shame. —“What I did is unacceptable… to me, to what I represent.” It was my mistake. A mistake that I failed to correct in time. And today, you are paying the price.” Atheros frowned, taking a step forward. “What are you talking about, Creator? What mistake? And why call it that?”
The Creator sighed deeply, his gaze wandering over the symbols engraved on the walls of the sanctuary.
“Marinette was… is… the origin. The soul that gave birth to what you call Reality. Her choices, her hopes, and her pains were the basis of the balance that I desperately try to maintain today. But I took a step too far. In seeking to protect this balance, I divided her essence, again and again, until I lost sight of what she really was.” Reality felt a shiver run down her spine. “You say that… I am a part of this Marinette? A fraction of something greater?” » The Creator nodded slowly.
Yes. And by subjecting you to this ritual, I am repeating a mistake I thought I had overcome. But this time, it is different. This time, I can no longer ignore the truth: it is my own fear of the unknown that has driven me to break you like this.” The young Reality, silent until now, stepped forward, a mixture of innocence and gravity on her face. “Then why continue? Why not stop now?”
The Creator turned to her, her eyes shining with unfathomable sadness. “Because if I stop now, everything I have tried to preserve will collapse. The rift will grow, the opposing forces will strengthen, and this world, as you know it, will disappear.” Atheros clenched his fists, his frustration palpable. “And what about their humanity? You talk about protecting the world, but at what cost?” If Reality is only a fragment of herself, is it really worth it?" The Creator was silent for a long moment, then whispered: — "That's a question I can no longer ignore. That's why I'm talking to you like this, Reality... Marinette. If you decide to continue, it will be your choice. Not mine. I apologize for the decisions I made for you in the past. But today, I give you back this power." A heavy silence fell over the room. Reality looked at Atheros, then at her younger version. — "If I continue... then it will be because I want to. But I want to know one thing:
if I succeed, if these rituals manage to stabilize the balance... what will become of me? The Creator looked down. — I can't answer for sure. But one thing is certain: you will never be the same again. Reality clenched her fists, her gaze determined.
Then I will decide. But I will not make this choice alone. We will find a way, together." Atheros placed a hand on her shoulder, and even the young Reality seemed to understand the importance of this moment, nodding with unusual gravity. The Creator, visibly moved, inclined his head slightly in respect. — "Very well. The path is yours now." But as the aura of the sanctuary began to calm down, a new energy, dark and oppressive, made itself felt, like a warning that their journey was only just beginning.
== Final ==
The Creator was really Tired. He was do for all the day.
Well say all of news twenty's of new Character what is will be happened for all of your. Well you will get your own place in the Omega Tower and make sure you start the Christmas Activity because soon i will make one want the next exclusive character. The frozen Winter and is wife Lunna the frozen empress. Also dont make any mistake because i will be busy.
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