I lost touch of the page, stumbled as though from a great fall. The assorted people in the room stared at me as though I appeared out of thin air. Picking myself up, I met their eyes, pleading, "You can't go by any name you've had through your lives. Don't you see? Your entire plan will unravel in an instant when they hear your names! It's a dead giveaway! There's too much at risk to make that kind of mistake! Have you considered nothing?"
Shocked silence, then-
The voices rang in the room, followed by a distant clattering of armor and weapons.
"I'm here to help!" I shouted with hands open. "I know where she is!"
The soldiers held me under the arms as I struggled.
"Take her to a cell. I'll deal with this spy personally," Lord Starseer spat.
I was dragged down a hall and stairs and thrown into a dark room. Only then did I see my error. I was trapped here, on this side of the story, no longer viewing from my vantage point. There was no way back until the end.
I had become a participant.
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I have no idea who 'she' is and how they think the MC is a spy, but the idea, while not uncommon, of a storybook having two sides and crossing over from one to the other is a good one. The argument in the beginning, I was with you during the 'you can't use the same name' part, but you lost me at the 'too much risk' part. I feel like you had an idea and you got it down on the page as quickly as possible before it flitted away. A lot of action in this piece, though.
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