Conquering the underworld with my beautiful dragon wives-Chapter 41: You’ve entered the Domain of Monologue…

The page was white. Whiter than a vampire’s teeth after brushing.

There was a silence so deep, even the ticking of a clock would’ve gotten lost in it...

If there was a clock.

There wasn’t.

Ethan stared at the page. The pen was still raised.

But he hadn’t written a thing.

Why?

Well... ’cause no one had told him what his truth was supposed to be.

"Guys..." Ethan’s voice wavered. "What if my truth is that... I don’t know what truth even means?"

Alice chuckled. "That’s a truth too, oh wise philosopher."

Selena, trying to pop an invisible balloon with her tongue, said,

"Well, just write: ’I don’t know.’ Maybe the page will tell us what to do!"

Ethan smirked and mumbled under his breath, "Or maybe the page turns into a monster and eats us for cheating..."

Fayra said, "Don’t worry. If it eats you, I’ll just build another you. One with a better personality."

Ethan rolled his eyes. "Oh, so the current me has a personality? Thanks for the support, Fayra. You really know how to kick someone forward."

Luna laughed. "If this world really works by what we write, let’s try something funny. Maybe we’ll crash the system."

Ethan shrugged, took a deep breath, and touched the pen to the page.

Carefully, he wrote:

"In my world, everything began with a joke."

Nothing happened at first.

Then...

The page started shaking. But not scary-shaking.

More like... orange jelly doing a Mexican dance on a washing machine.

And then—BOOM!

A blast of light.

A burst of sound.

And when the dust settled... they were standing on a theater stage.

Spotlights. Red curtain.

And an audience, all wearing clown masks, staring in silence.

Ethan turned to the others.

"Well... I guess that was the joke." 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

One clown stood up. Big red flower on his collar, squirting water nonstop. He spoke in a weird tone:

"Welcome to the Theater of Lost Monologues!

Where everything you never said... gets performed."

Fayra frowned. "What does that even mean?"

The clown pointed at Selena.

"You! Fire girl. Remember that day you wanted to say you’re scared of the dark... but instead, you went, ’I love the night’? Well, here... you’re about to face that real night."

Selena’s lips went dry. "Wait, wait—no, that was just me acting cool! Honestly, I didn’t—"

Before she could finish, the stage went dark.

A spotlight hit Selena.

Another version of her appeared, shaking in a dark forest, whispering:

"I wish someone would understand... I’m scared of the dark..."

Selena stared, mouth open.

"Oh my god... that’s... that’s my voice? Why did I sound so squeaky?!"

Alice burst out laughing.

"Look who just dropped the cool act."

Even Selena laughed.

"Oh god I’m embarrassed. Turn the sound off, I swear I’ve grown since then!"

Ethan smiled.

"Well, maybe to find the truth... we gotta face those pieces of ourselves we’ve been hiding."

The clown motioned them all forward.

"Your turn. Each of you must perform your unsaid monologue.

Only then... the exit opens."

They looked at each other.

Then Alice stepped up.

"Fine. If I have to say it... I’ll say it."

She took a deep breath. Closed her eyes.

"Sometimes... I just want someone to hug me.

No words. No analysis.

Just ’cause they felt I was tired."

The audience was silent.

Then one of them started clapping.

And then the rest followed. Slow. Deep.

Not like clapping for a great show.

More like... honoring a heavy truth.

Next was Luna.

She walked up, hand over her heart.

"I always pretended to be a kid...

’Cause I’m scared if I grow up,

no one will love me anymore."

Selena whispered, "Oh, sweetheart..."

And hugged her tight.

Even the stuffed bear wiped its nose and said,

"Same here. That’s why I always act cute.

’Cause I thought if I got serious... I’d be alone."

Then it was Ethan’s turn.

Everyone looked at him.

He stepped forward.

Held the second book in his hand.

That thick one. The one full of secrets.

"I... always thought I had to be strong.

Because I believed being strong was the only way

people could count on me."

He paused. His voice cracked.

"But truth is...

I had no idea what I was doing, most of the time.

I was just pretending to be the hero...

’Cause I thought if I failed,

you guys wouldn’t love me anymore."

Silence.

And then...

That voice. Fayra’s.

"Well, my little idiot...

We never asked you to be a hero.

We just said... be yourself."

She stepped forward and held his hand.

"Now come on. Let’s build the world.

This time, with the real you."

The stage doors opened.

Bright light.

But not scary. Not confusing.

A warm light. Gentle.

As they stepped through, they found themselves in a strange land.

Like an unfinished painting.

The sky was sketched in pencil.

The trees only half-colored.

The ground covered in incomplete sentences. Half-written thoughts.

Like:

"And in that moment, he realized his whole life..."

"She stood before the truth and said..."

Luna asked, "What are these?"

Ethan smiled.

"These... are the unfinished sentences of our lives.

We’re the ones who need to complete them."

In the middle of the land, there was a table.

A few pens. A few sheets of paper.

And a note:

"The final step of truth... is writing.

Not for the world—

for yourself."

They sat down.

Started writing.

Things they’d never said out loud.

Words they’d been holding in for too long.

Alice wrote:

"I still believe in love.

Even when everything feels dark."

Selena wrote:

"Some nights, I still cry.

And that’s okay."

Luna wrote:

"I’m a kid.

And that’s awesome."

Fayra wrote:

"I’m not scared of the dark.

But I am scared of losing you guys."

Ethan wrote:

"I’m still learning.

And it’s okay to not know everything.

Because with you all... even not knowing feels sweet."

When the pages were full...

they rose into the air.

Turned into stars.

And the world...

got its color back.

It became complete.

A new voice echoed from afar.

One they had heard before... but now softer. Clearer.

"Now that you’ve written your truth...

are you ready to enter the real world?

Where there are no more masks...

just you and the truth."

And a new door opened.

But this time,

they walked in with smiles.

Because now,

they were truly themselves.

And this...

was the real beginning of their adventure.