Episode 14: "The Deleted Memory"

Salma: Beyond the Narrative

By: Adam ALamr

Days after meeting the First Writer, Salma had changed. She was no longer just a journalist carrying stories within her. Her shadow grew longer than her body. When she walked, she heard footsteps of characters she couldn't see. When she slept, she dreamed of millions of endings yet unwritten.

Karim noticed the change: "Salma, you're not alone in your body. There are others. I can feel them."

Salma looked in the mirror: "I know. The stories inside me want to come out. Want to be told."

Suddenly, the ground shook. Not an earthquake. A voice. An enormous voice coming from the sky. Then a giant text appeared on the horizon, like a heavenly display screen:

"Urgent Notice: The Global Court of Stories will hold its first session. All characters and writers are invited. The accused: Sad Stories."

Salma ran to the window. In the street, people stared at the sky. Everyone saw the text. Everyone read it.

Karim: "A court? Who created it?"

Salma: "The First Writer. He wants to put stories that caused pain on trial. But this is dangerous. If sad stories are sentenced to death, they will be erased from existence."

Nadine trembled: "But some sad stories are beautiful. They teach us patience and strength. They can't be erased."

Salma nodded: "So we must intervene. We need a lawyer. Someone who understands stories."

Suddenly, a young man appeared before them. They had never seen him before. He wore an elegant suit and carried a leather briefcase. His eyes were intelligent, his smile confident.

The young man: "I am Lawyer Fares. A character from an unfinished legal story. I heard about you, and I want to help."

Salma: "How did you find us?"

Fares: "The stories inside you guided me. Every character you saved knows their way to you. You are now a beacon in the world of narrative."

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Salma, Fares, Karim, and Nadine arrived at the courthouse. A strange place. No walls. The sky was its ceiling, and the ground was mirrors reflecting the faces of the attendees. Thousands of characters and writers sat in endless seats.

Above, the judge's bench. The First Writer sat on it, but this time in the form of a terrifying judge. His face was half light and half darkness.

The First Writer: "The Global Court of Stories begins now. The accused: every sad story that caused its characters to suffer. The prosecution: victim characters. The defense... who will defend the stories?"

Silence. Everyone looked at Salma.

Salma stood: "I will. I will defend the sad stories."

The First Writer: "Proceed."

Salma stepped forward to the defense podium. Fares stood beside her.

The First Writer: "Bring the first witness."

An old woman appeared. Her face was covered in scars. She wept silently.

The old woman: "My name is Amina. A character in a sad story about war. I experienced indescribable horrors. My writer ended me alone, dying of hunger. Why? Why make me suffer and then die alone?"

Murmurs in the hall. Anger rose.

Fares stood: "Madam, do you know that your story stopped a real war? When people read it, they protested against wars. Thousands of lives were saved because of your pain."

The old woman stepped back: "What?"

Salma: "Yes. Your sad story saved real humans. Your pain had meaning. Sad stories are not pointless torture. They are mirrors reflecting the world's cruelty, so that we might change it."

The old woman teared up. Then sat down. Silent.

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The First Writer: "The second witness."

A little girl appeared. Blonde hair, blue eyes. Crying.

The girl: "My name is Elsa. A character in a fantasy story. My writer made me a sad princess. Locked me in a tower for years. Why?"

Fares: "Elsa, how old are you in the story?"

Elsa: "Seventeen."

Fares: "And how many years did you spend in the tower?"

Elsa: "Ten years."

Fares: "So you were written when you were a child?"

Elsa: "Yes. My writer wrote the story when he was in high school. He was lonely. He wrote about a sad princess because he felt lonely."

Salma: "Elsa, your writer didn't torture you because he hated you. He was expressing his pain. Your story helped him overcome his loneliness. He is now a successful writer, happy, with a family. Because of you."

Elsa looked at the audience. Smiled for the first time: "Is that true?"

Salma: "Yes. Your sad story saved your writer."

Faint applause in the hall.

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The First Writer seemed annoyed: "That is not enough. There are sad stories with no meaning. Stories written just for cruelty."

Fares: "We request the presence of an accused writer."

A man in his forties appeared. His face was pale. He wore black clothes. He seemed remorseful.

The First Writer: "This writer has written over a hundred sad stories. All of them end with the heroine's death. Why?"

The writer wept: "Because... because I lost my wife in an accident. Every story I write is an attempt to understand my grief. Every heroine I kill is an embodiment of my wife. I don't want to hurt my characters. I just want to suffer with them."

Salma approached him: "Why don't you write a happy ending?"

The writer: "Because I don't believe in one yet."

Salma: "Then write an open ending. Let the characters choose their own destiny. As I did."

The writer raised his eyes. Looked at his characters who had attended the session. Saw them staring at him with compassion, not hatred.

The writer: "I am sorry. I will try to change."

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The First Writer struck his gavel: "The court will now issue its verdict."

But before he could speak, a giant screen appeared. A live broadcast. Millions of viewers from around the world. Comments flew:

"Sad stories taught me how to love."
"Without them, I wouldn't have understood pain."
"Don't sentence them to death."

The First Writer froze. Looked at Salma: "Did you do this?"

Salma smiled: "No. This is the world's voice. Sad stories are part of us. They cannot be erased because they hurt us. We must learn from them."

The First Writer was silent for a long time. Then whispered: "I never imagined humans would defend pain. You are my strangest creation."

He stepped down from the bench. Approached Salma. Placed his hand on her shoulder.

The First Writer: "I will not judge the stories. But I will change one law: from today, every sad story must have an alternative ending. Happy or open. To give readers and characters a choice."

Cheers in the hall.

Fares whispered to Salma: "You have won."

Salma: "I have not won. They just understood."

She exited the courthouse. The sky was clear. But suddenly, she received a message on her phone. From an unknown number.

"Well done in court. But the story is not over. There are those who want to destroy everything. New characters are appearing. Stronger than anything you've seen. They are the 'Black Shadows.' They want to kill the First Writer and take control of the narrative. Prepare for the real battle."

Salma froze. Looked at the sky. The clouds were turning black.

She whispered: "When will this end?"

A voice in her head: "Never. Stories never end. They only transform."

(To be continued...)

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