The Boy Who Burned the Heavens

"You are not bound by destiny. You are the flame that consumes it."

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🌑 [Scene: The Ruins of Nineflame Cathedral – Midnight]

The shattered towers of the cathedral cast jagged shadows under a blood-red moon.

Riven stood at the center of the broken altar — flickering like a candle in the wind.

His form shifted with each breath.

A toddler.

A boy.

A flame.

A void.

Aedric stood beside him, hands ablaze with Chronokindle, prepared for the Temporal Rite.

Lyara and Mirael circled the altar, drawing runes in ash.

> "When the bell tolls," Mirael whispered, "he must choose who he is."

> "And if he can't?" Lyara asked.

> "Then time will choose for him."

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🕰 The Bell Tolls

DOOM.

The ancient bell of the Nineflame Tower rang — not by hand, but by prophecy.

Riven cried out.

Flames erupted from his chest, spiraling upward, tearing through dimensions.

Aedric rushed to him, kneeling.

> "Look at me!" he shouted.

"You are Riven Valtoris. You are my son."

> "I don't know who I am!" Riven screamed, voice overlapping with younger and older versions of himself.

"Am I even real?"

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✨ The Flame Mirror

The air split open before Riven, revealing a mirror made of molten time.

Inside it: all his versions.

One burned the world.

One became a healer.

One died as a child.

One lived to slay gods.

Each version called out.

> "Choose us."

"Let go."

"Burn them."

"Save them."

Riven trembled.

And reached for none.

He reached for Aedric.

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🧬 Soul Stabilization Begins

Aedric grabbed his hand.

> "You are not who they say you are."

"You are who you choose to be."

The runes flared.

The flame surged inward.

And a name echoed across the altar:

> "RIVEN."

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💥 Enter the Red Revisionist

A shadow cut across the flame.

And then she appeared.

Red cloak. Ink-black eyes. Sword of Quillmetal.

The Red Revisionist.

> "This is unauthorized narrative deviation," she said flatly.

"Rewriting the erased is forbidden."

Aedric stood.

> "He's not a script."

> "No. But he was."

She slashed the air — her blade emitting editing marks that tried to cut through the memory itself.

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⚔️ Aedric vs. Red Revisionist

She was faster than thought.

Her blade slashed events instead of flesh.

Erased Aedric's flame mid-attack.

Removed Lyara's name from the battlefield.

Tried to write "Riven: never born" into the air.

But Aedric countered with Flamefather of Time — his memories burning hotter than her ink.

> "You can't erase what has been remembered."

He struck with Chronokindle.

Her blade faltered.

> "Impossible…" she hissed.

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🔥 Riven's Choice

From the flame, Riven stepped out — now solid, whole.

Tears streaked down his ash-marked cheeks.

> "I remember now.

You… left a mark, Father.

Even when I was erased."

His hands glowed with flame and ink — a fusion.

He stepped forward and burned his name into the world himself:

> RIVEN VALTORIS

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🚫 The Revision Fails

The Red Revisionist collapsed.

> "A name written by flame cannot be undone…" she gasped.

And dissolved into red ash.

The inkstorm faded.

The Rite was complete.

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✅ Soul Fully Stabilized

> ✅ Riven's identity is locked into narrative.

He is now immune to divine erasure.

> ✅ New Bond Skill: Echoflame Link

Father and son may share a mental link in battle. Once per day, they may fuse abilities for one ultimate strike.

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🌓 Final Scene – The Pantheon Breaks Silence

High above, the divine halls shake.

The God of Edits screams.

> "They dare author their own fate?!"

Beside him, Caelen simply smiles.

> "Let them.

It'll be more fun to tear it all down later."

A shadow moves behind him.

A new player steps forward.

Not a god.

Not a monster.

But a lost author.

Holding a pen made of stars.

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