MTLNOVEL Chapter 19: Chapter 16: The Author of Yeaia’s Existence
The air still felt wrong.
Klein and Yeaia stood in the Spiral City's shifting streets, the echoes of Yeaia's near-erasure still lingering around them. The world was unstable here, as if reality itself was uncertain about whether Yeaia should exist at all.
Klein's mind worked rapidly. If someone had written Yeaia into existence—who was the author?
"We need to find the source," he said, his voice calm but firm.
Yeaia exhaled, glancing at their own hands as if expecting them to vanish. Their red and silver eyes flickered with unease.
"Easier said than done. I don't remember where I came from."
"No," Klein corrected. "You don't remember, but the world does."
Yeaia blinked.
Klein gestured at the Spiral City.
"This place rejected you, but it didn't erase you completely. That means something is still anchoring you to existence."
His gaze darkened.
"We just need to find it before the world does."
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The Trace of the Unwritten
Yeaia hesitated before nodding. They reached up, touching the red highlight in their black-and-white hair—a habit Klein had noticed whenever they were thinking deeply.
"Fine. But where do we even start?"
Klein didn't answer immediately. Instead, he focused.
The Gray Fog pulsed around him, an unseen weight pressing against the fabric of reality. As a god beyond the world, he could feel the inconsistencies in existence.
And Yeaia was the biggest inconsistency of all.
He reached out.
There—
A thread.
Not physical. Not spiritual. Something in between. A faint, trembling line that stretched somewhere beyond their sight.
A connection to something older than memory.
"There," Klein murmured.
Yeaia's mismatched eyes widened as she felt it too—an invisible pull.
Something wanted to be found.
Or maybe…
Something was waiting for them to remember.
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The Forgotten Archive
The thread led them deeper into the Spiral City. The streets warped, twisting into impossible angles, yet they walked as if following an unseen path.
Then—
A door.
An old, wooden door standing alone in the middle of an empty street. No walls. No building. Just the door itself.
Yeaia swallowed.
"This feels… familiar."
Klein studied it carefully. His instincts told him this was a place outside of time.
A place where things that should not exist are stored.
He reached forward and opened the door.
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Inside the Archive of the Unwritten
They stepped into a library with no books.
Endless wooden shelves stretched in all directions, yet not a single book was present. Instead, scraps of paper fluttered through the air, appearing and disappearing like half-formed thoughts.
The place smelled of dust and forgotten ink.
Yeaia's breath hitched.
"I've been here before."
Klein glanced at them.
"Then this is where we start."
Yeaia stepped forward, fingers brushing against the empty shelves. Their silver eye flickered, a distant memory stirring at the edges of their mind.
Then—
A single piece of paper drifted down from nowhere.
Yeaia caught it.
Their hands trembled as they read the words written on it.
Klein watched as their face paled.
"What is it?" he asked.
Yeaia's lips parted, voice barely a whisper.
"It's my name."
They turned the paper around, showing Klein the text written in old, faded ink.
"Yeaia Nolas - A Character That Was Never Written."
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The Truth of Their Existence
Silence stretched between them.
Klein stared at the paper, his mind racing.
A character that was never written.
Not a person.
Not a god.
Not a spirit.
A concept.
Something that should have existed in a story that was never told.
Klein felt something click in his mind.
Yeaia wasn't just someone who was forced into existence.
They were a thought that was supposed to remain unwritten.
A possibility that should have never been given form.
Yet here they were.
Real. Breathing. Existing.
Yeaia's hands clenched around the paper.
"Then… who tried to write me in the first place?"
Klein didn't answer immediately.
Because he had a terrifying suspicion.
And if he was right—
Then the author of Yeaia's existence wasn't just a person or a god.
It was something far more dangerous.
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End of Chapter 16
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