Cherion had always thought how deeply unfair it was that Cherion didn't last very long in the novel.
Middle of the story. Not even a dramatic midpoint, either. No soaring redemption, no hidden legacy revealed in a blaze of glory. Just… gone. Written out like a footnote the author got bored of explaining. Discarded, executed, no one mourned him for that because he had no family or friends.
Still, Cherion had kept reading.
His motto had always been simple, if you start something, you finish the whole damn thing. No matter how many plot holes or cringeworthy dialogue choices the author threw at him, he drove through to the bitter end. He'd digested the epilogue, went through the extra stuff at the end, and even scoured the author's post-finale Q&A. And it was there, tucked away in a tiny paragraph about "wasted potential," where the author admitted a secret.
