Genre: Fantasy | Adventure | Found family chaos | Storybook magic
Main POV: EJ — reluctant protagonist, reluctant hero, very tired.
Supporting Cast: &TEAM as storybound versions of themselves

📖 ACT I: The Book That Shouldn't Open

EJ was only supposed to catalogue the books.

A late shift in the royal archives. No drama. Just scrolls, silence, and alphabetizing.
Then he found it—a leather-bound tome with no title. No author. No record.

When he opened it, the page whispered his name.

And the book swallowed him whole.

🌲 ACT II: A World Made of Stories

He wakes in a forest too quiet, beneath a sky drawn in ink.

This is no dream. This is the Realm of Tales—a living anthology where characters repeat their destinies, waiting for someone to change them.

To get out, EJ must find the center of the story—and finish it before the book closes again.

But the world doesn't play fair.

🦊 The Cast of Chaos:

🐺 K – The Wolf That Refuses to Be Bad
Lives in a cottage. Bakes bread. Deeply misunderstood. Still howls at the moon for fun.

"I don't bite people anymore. I read now."

🧝‍♂️ Jo – The Cursed Prince
Trapped in mirrors. Too handsome to be trusted. Knows how every story ends—except his own.

"I'd help, but I'm very emotionally unavailable. Also stuck in a gilded vanity."

Scene: The Mirror Room (EJ x Jo)

Location: An abandoned ballroom, draped in dust and mirrors that hum with trapped memory.

EJ had passed twenty mirrors without looking into a single one. He knew better by now.

But the next one spoke.

Softly. Almost like music.

"You're the one who reads. Not the one who acts."

EJ turned.

The mirror was full-length, old but flawless. And inside—not a reflection—but a boy.

A prince.
Not smiling.

"You're Jo," EJ said.

"Or what's left of him," the mirror replied, voice like shattered glass stitched together. "A curse caught mid-sentence."

Jo stepped forward, the boundary between worlds keeping them apart by only a breath.

"The rules are simple. I cannot leave until someone believes I can."
"But everyone who's tried... looked away."

EJ didn't.

He reached up, fingers hovering just above the glass.

"Then we'll change the rules."

Jo blinked. "You don't even know me."

"I don't have to," EJ said softly. "I just have to believe your story's not over yet."

And for the first time—

The glass flickered.

Jo smiled.

"You're dangerous, Scholar."

"So are unfinished stories."

🍎 Maki – Snow White (but chaotic)

Carries an apple like a weapon. Has a crew of seven magical squirrels. Will not stop singing.

"If I pass out dramatically, do NOT kiss me. I bite."

🧜‍♂️ Yuma – Sea Spirit in Human Shoes
Walked out of the ocean for vibes. Keeps forgetting legs aren't made for dancing.

"You're cute. Want a seashell?"

🕰️ Harua – The Timekeeper
Lives in a clock tower. Speaks in riddles. Might be rewriting fate behind everyone's back.

"You only think this is your story."

🎭 Nicholas – The Trickster With Too Many Names
Disguised as a dozen different characters. May or may not be trying to save EJ. May or may not be the villain.

"I'm morally ambiguous with great hair. Keep up."

🕯️ Fuma – The Lantern Bearer
Guides lost souls between chapters. Mysterious. Kind. Definitely knows more than he says.

"You're not just here to escape. You're here to change something."

📚 ACT III: The Choice

EJ learns the truth: this realm was created to trap forgotten stories—but it feeds on those who don't believe in their own.

And he? He's the only one who can write a new ending.

But he doesn't want to be the hero. He's not brave. He's not magic. He's just—

"You're the one who reads between the lines," Fuma tells him. "That's all the power you need."

So EJ picks up the quill.

He writes a new ending.

Where the wolf becomes a poet.
Where the prince leaves the mirror.
Where the sea spirit finds a place to dance.
Where tricksters can be trusted.
And where he, the scholar, chooses not to escape—but to lead them out.

The book closes gently.

The library is quiet again.

And on the shelf, a new title appears:

"The Scholar Who Wrote the Ending."

And underneath, in gold:

By All of Us.

📜 Excerpt from The Scholar Who Wrote the Ending

Published in limited gold-leaf editions. Hidden in the quietest corners of the Enchanted Library.

There was a boy who read books and believed in none of them. Until one opened and swallowed him whole.

Inside, he met a wolf who baked bread, a prince who had forgotten how to smile, a boy of seafoam who only spoke in songs, and a trickster who wore a different name for every heartbreak.

He did not wield a sword. He held no wand. But he listened.

And in listening, he began to rewrite.

He turned ink into action. Quiet into courage. Loneliness into a library full of living, breathing stories.

And when the final page arrived, the boy did not ask to go home.

He asked, instead:

"Whose story is next?"

📖 Final Chapter: The Name Between Lines

Setting: The border of the last story—where ink runs dry and the only way out is to let go.

They stood at the edge of the Library.

The final page glowed behind them, waiting to be closed.

EJ turned to the last one still beside him—Nicholas. Or at least, the one who had worn that name like a cloak.

"You're not staying?"

Nicholas smiled. Not his usual grin. Quieter. Real.

"Tricksters don't get endings," he said. "We just wander into new chapters."

"But I never got yours," EJ said, brows furrowed. "Your name. Your real one."

Nicholas tilted his head.

"You never asked."

"I didn't know I could."

Silence. Then—

He stepped forward, pressed his palm against EJ's, fingers ink-slicked from unwritten truth.

"My name is... the one you'll write next."

EJ blinked.

"That's not fair."

Nicholas grinned. Then leaned close, close enough that his voice barely brushed the air between them.

"Fine," he whispered.
"It's Weno."

"But don't forget—names have power. You're the first I've trusted with mine."

And then—

He was gone.

A swirl of ink. A closing line.

And EJ—

Was home.

🌙 Epilogue Scene: After the End

Back in the library.

Dust. Silence. Light streaming through stained glass.

The book sits closed on EJ's desk.

No title.

Until it glows.

The Scholar Who Wrote the Ending.

He doesn't touch it. Not yet.

He goes home. Walks the familiar path. Everything is as it was—

Until it isn't.

🚪 Strange Things Begin:

K is the new assistant librarian. Quiet. Wears gloves. Has a laugh like wolves in the distance.

Jo works at the antique mirror shop across the street. Nobody remembers hiring him. But EJ sees him every day—and the mirrors never reflect him quite right.

Maki runs a bakery that only opens at midnight. His signature tart is shaped like an apple. He hums to himself and always saves EJ the last piece.

Fuma teaches literature down the hall. Always lights a lantern in his office. Never says why.

Nicholas—Weno—sits next to him on the bus one evening. Winks.

"Told you tricksters wander."

💬 Final Line:

The world doesn't feel fictional anymore.

It feels unfinished.

And maybe that's the magic—

The Scholar didn't leave the story.

The story followed him out.