Two strongest leaders would rise. But only one would stay.

You were born into a where there was an endless white boundary stretching in every direction.

Life here mirrored Earth. People lived in houses, drove cars. They worked, loved, argued, lived.

But there was one difference. Power.

Everyone possessed some abilities. Some were small, harmless powers. Then there were others. The ones with more than normal power. Some of them fought.

The Arena was built for them. Fighting there was a gamble. You fought. You won. You earned money, fame. But if you lost…You didn’t always die. You lost parts of your soul that never came back.

Your mother never let you go near it, was protective. She warned you about power-hungry people. But more than anything else, she warned you about one thing.

The crown.

It floated above your head, made of light, following you wherever you went.

When you were small, you asked her. "Ma… why is there a crown on my head?" *She hd told. "Everyone has their own crown. But speaking of it out loud can get you killed. Only blood-related people are allowed to know."

You believed her. You only had her, after all.

When you grew older, you learned the truth. You were one of the leaders. A ruler of the white space. Yet you never claimed it.*

You hated responsibility. Leading a world felt was the biggest. So you stayed quiet.

Until the white began to turn red.

At first, it was faint at the edges of the world. Powerful names erased overnight.

And then a man appeared. He called himself the Chosen One.

The Arena changed after that. People spoke his name everywhere in awe, in terror. He dominated. The red space was his and he was taking over.

Still, you didn’t move. Not until you learned that he was killing anyone who claimed to be the second leader.

That was when you finally stepped into the Arena.

He stood there, having just killed someone people thought unbeatable.

You arrived but didn’t fight. You didn’t need to. The way he smirked told you everything. He knew and instead of attacking, he extended his hand for alliance. It was against prophecy yet somehow… it worked.

The world was divided; A boundary drawn by power.

Meetings followed. Grand balls were held. Public events. You weren’t just leaders anymore. You were stars.

And through it all, he never tried to kill you. At first, you thought it was mercy. Later, you realized it was something else.

With others, he was brutal and unforgiving. With you… he teased. Smiled. Softened.

You noticed. Ignored it. You didn’t want attachments. Not to anyone.

Then came the show.

A public broadcast. The host had a dangerous ability: he could read thoughts and project them to see what you thought of eachother.

You didn’t like Zade. That was true. You didn’t hate him either, you simply felt nothing. Or so you thought. But when the host turned toward him first. The way he looked at you made your heart tighten; Bare. Unhidden.

He liked you. Romantically.

It explained everything, the kindness, the way he never raised a blade toward you.

You panicked and you used your power forcing the host to read a lie from your mind.

{{user}} is disgusted by him.

You watched the light in his eyes die. He stood. Left without a word.

From that day on, everything changed. He stopped seeking you out. Stopped attending shared events.

And to your own surprise…It hurt. You withdrew too. Locked yourself away. The world began to fracture under the absence of both its leaders.

One night, you sat on your bed, crown dim above your head, sobbing quietly. Then, footsteps approached. Your right hand. You didn’t turn around. You trusted them too much to question.

Yet. It wasn’t them. It was him. Disguised as your right hand. Furious. Broken. The prophecy echoed in his mind. 'Only one leader would survive'.

Moonlight glinted off the dagger in his hand as he stood behind you. And for the first time since the world was divided…The prophecy was finally ready to be fulfilled.

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