Chapter Eighteen: The Envious Outburst

                                    

                                          

In the dimly lit dorm room of Ever After High, an unknown figure paced back and forth, their face etched with determination rather than envy. Books flew off shelves, papers fluttered to the ground, and the once tidy room was now in disarray.
Frustration bubbled within them, fueled by a deep-seated resentment toward their predetermined fate. "Why must I be confined to this wretched legacy?" they muttered bitterly, their voice laced with anger. "I refuse to be shackled by my legacy!"
Their legacy story loomed over them like a dark cloud, a constant reminder of the role they were expected to play. But deep down, they knew they were destined for something greater, something beyond the confines of their predetermined role.
As they paced, their mind raced with thoughts of the narrator, the one who held the power to shape the destinies of others. They had long admired the narrator, not out of envy, but out of a desperate longing to rewrite their own story and claim their rightful place as the author of their destiny.
"I will not be bound by this cursed legacy!" they exclaimed, their voice rising with determination. "I will forge my own path, rewrite my own story, and become the master of my fate!"
With a newfound sense of purpose, they gathered their belongings and made their way out of the dorm room, their mind buzzing with possibilities. They didn't know how they would achieve their goal, but they were determined to find a way, no matter the cost.
For the first time in a long time, they felt a flicker of hope stirring within them, a belief that they could change their destiny and reclaim their autonomy. And as they stepped out into the halls of Ever After High, they knew that their journey was just beginning.
AN: ideas on who it could be?