I'm currently sitting beside a lake that I can only assume is the Black Lake. That damned god not only copied Hogwarts… he copied everything. The lake, the chill of its air, even the mysterious ripples on its dark surface — all of it looks exactly the same as the one from the Wizarding World I know.
The Forbidden Forest looms nearby too, identical in its eerie silence and dense shadows. It's unsettling how perfect the copy is. A flawless duplicate… except this world bends to power in ways the original never did.
As I sit here, I run my fingers lightly through the cold grass, thinking.
I've been focusing most of my efforts on combat spells. If I want to survive the chaos this god seems intent on throwing me into, raw magical dominance is essential. My divination talent also deserves attention — seeing glimpses of the future, even small ones, can be the difference between life and death.
And then there's the dark arts.
Powerful. Practical. Efficient. In early stages of magical combat, dark magic overwhelms light every single time. Morality is a luxury I don't have. Strength comes first.
But right now, my biggest concern isn't training…
It's getting myself involved in the dwarves' quest to the Lonely Mountain.
I need that quest. Not for some heroic destiny or noble purpose — no. I need it for reputation. Influence. Wealth. Powerful artifacts. Allies that fear and respect me. That journey is a turning point in this world's narrative, and I refuse to be a background character while history writes itself.
I need to stand in the center of the story — or rewrite the story around me.
The question is… how do I get involved without seeming like a delusional stranger barging into their fate? Gandalf will be there, obviously. Maybe I could intercept him first — convince him I'm necessary, or at the very least, too intriguing to ignore.
I take a long breath, feeling the cold wind tug at my hair.
Whatever happens next, I must move soon. Opportunities fade for those who hesitate.
The Black Lake reflects me like a mirror — a girl reborn in a world she once only watched behind a screen. And in that reflection, I don't see a bystander.
I see someone who will carve her name into this world…
…through power, destiny, or force.
Whichever comes first.