by izx
“You’re not my hero.” For our newborn protagonist, everything in her life had been building towards a single purpose. To meet her long-awaited hero. So with the perfect ‘script’ in her hands, she set out to do just that. To reshape the whole world. To re-align the stars and twist the strings of fate until they could be twisted no more. And now, she has everything in place for the first scene in the script. A brief, fleeting moment in an obscure alleyway. There, she finally sees the moment when her Hero begins his journey to save the world. But then… “Your purpose was to give him the first push, not trigger some last-stage awakening.” Things start to go awry. The people around her begin acting out-of-line. The mortals play games of politics. The demons and angels are preparing for war. Resentful Gods still lurk in the shadows beyond her gaze. Dozens of actors, from the lowest of mortals to the highest of gods, begin forging their own destiny astray from her designs. One by one, the strings she’d so carefully set up start to snap. Notes: - God protagonist - 'Sharing a body' narrative - Multiple POVS and sub-protagonists - Reverse progression. Strong to weak, apathetic to sympathetic protagonist
