"Passed?"
"Correct!"
Raam paused unsure of how to respond to such a situation. "I'll take the dagger." The dagger materialized in his hands as his surrounding changed back to the black area dubbed the Waiting Room.
"Still not eatable."
"If this were a novel I would take your words to be important but I think you're simply crazy."
"Unique enough for you?"
"Unique is one-way of looking at it."
"We got some time, describe the experience. You killed yourself twice before the final run, a pretty big risk given you hadn't been through the whole story."
"I couldn't accept leaving them; I couldn't accept my own weakness. You've seen my life so you know that is the only story with my family in it and the first time I had any interaction with them in over ten years. Seeing them, being with them again was euphoric."
"Why kill yourself then?"
"Because I either killed myself there or lived as a cripple for eight months. My father after that first week would throw himself into work and my mother along with him. Emm would be the only one I saw for the whole time. My guilt was too much though."
"Do you know why you passed?"
"I fulfilled your requirements; I changed the fate of my characters. Staying alive wasn't part of the deal."
The spirit laughed, "Well done, you achieved a near perfect ending if that meant anything."
Raam didn't answer the voice.
"Now the fun part, you get to see how the world you created changed based on your actions."
"I wha-" Raam was cut off as the scenery changed to bring him to fly above the town he lived in for the last six and half months.
The streets were flooded with people all cheering with faces painted with nothing but joy. His father stood above them all out on the terrace of the mansion his speech echoing to everyone, "My son, a man who bore the sin of crippling pain, fought till his last breath to save the country he loved. From the moment he opened his eyes after years in a coma he never slowed. He trained and worked harder than everyone while also dedicating his time to listen to you, the citizens." His father paused choking back a mouthful of saliva stuck in his throat and clear his eyes. The people below not speaking the whole town eerily quiet.
"He gave every moment of his second chance to us not taking a moment for himself. In the end, he sacrificed himself in hope of a better future. He gave his life on the front line, us all carried on his back." Tears fell from his eyes along with his wife's and daughter's the people of the country not far behind.
"A son continues his father's legacy after their death, I hope to continue my son's. I will change this country for the better!" Following this, there was an outpour of support from the people of all standings and following this speech would be the golden era of the country. Following each fight, he hoisted his sword high but his face held no smile, projected no joy.
Raam stared his eyes void of emotion and not spoken a word; the voice spoke as Raam watched his father lead the country through war after war always standing at the front leading the troops.
"You saved your father's life allowing him to lead the country for many wars conquering more land than he could rule over."
"He become suicidal towards war. He held no regards for his life which is why he could lead the soldiers and always fight till his final breathe. Germany following world war one into world war two is the best show of this in history." Raam explained further on his father actions.
Many years later his father lost his life after returning home from a multitude of battles victory. While at his safest sitting atop a throne with no threats in sight he took his last breath.
His sister had not yet married took the throne after her mother that died not more than a year after her father. After her brother's death, she grew cold to those around her and lost her childlike personality. The golden era her father had created was lost during her reign. She never consolidated power as she had not taken any backers. She rarely made appearances in public leading to distrust from the people.
A girl predicted to be a caring queen, who put people before all actions, was melancholy to the changes in the country. Lands were retaken by rebel leaders and in less than a decade the country was back to where it started. In the end, she was assassinated by her own people with an up and coming general taking the throne thereafter. The nobles hoped for a new golden era under the new king but it failed, the country that less than 20 years before was the strongest in the world had faded to myth.
"The word change has a double meaning, it was never defined that you needed to bring the characters to a good end but to change their fates." The spirit explained.
"A near perfect end...I can see why this was seen as such." Raam pondered.
He continued, "It was my choice to rush Typrod and take a knight but if I had taken my time I may have taken the king. It is that difference that brought the change in fate."
The spirit neither denied or confirmed Raam's thought process. The scene changed back to the waiting room as Raam fiddled with the dagger he brought with him.
"It's time for the next story."
"Don't get too comfortable I'll be back soon," Raam replied getting sucked into the white speck that is only slightly bigger than before.