Heart of the Rift

Cora was used to playing games with a certain level of detachment. As a seasoned RPG veteran, she prided herself on being the type of player who was cool under pressure, more interested in strategy than immersion. But something about *Dragon’s Dogma* had caught her attention in a way no other game had. Maybe it was the open-world, the depth of the combat, or the sheer amount of dragons.

But there was something else: *The Pawns.*

Cora had spent hours customizing her own, but she often hired pawns from other players to fill out her party, curious about what kinds of personalities and skills they had. One night, as she wandered through the vast plains of Gransys, her gaze fell on a particular pawn.

He was striking, tall, with wavy chestnut hair that seemed almost too perfect. His armor was simple, but the way he moved—fluid, effortless—caught her attention. His name was *Alistair,* and what intrigued her more than his looks was the strange choice of skill he had equipped. Unlike most pawns who had a variety of abilities, Alistair had only one: **"Battering Ram."** It was a direct, no-frills skill, powerful and effective in combat, but why would someone only equip that? Wasn't there more to him?

Her curiosity gnawed at her, and she made a decision. It was time to find out more.

She sent him a message via the Rift, the system through which players could communicate with the owners of the pawns. The message was simple, but her fingers hovered over the keys, trying to figure out how best to phrase it.

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**Cora**:
*Hey, your pawn Alistair is amazing in battle, but I'm curious. Why does he only have Battering Ram equipped? There’s a lot of skills out there, after all...*

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She sent the message, her heart rate picking up in anticipation. She wasn’t sure why, but she felt this pull, this strange connection to the pawn. Maybe it was just the character’s allure, or perhaps it was something deeper, like the lingering feeling that there was more to him than met the eye.

To her surprise, a response came quickly.

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**Alistair’s Owner**:
*Ah, you’ve noticed! That’s intentional. I wanted to give him a specific, powerful purpose in battle. He’s my "finisher" type—strong, simple, but efficient. But there’s a lot more to him, I promise. If you want to know the real reason behind it, you’ll have to meet me in person.*

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Cora stared at the screen, blinking in disbelief. *Meet me in person?*

She looked at the message again. Was he... serious? She wasn’t sure if it was a joke or a flirtation, but something about the way it was phrased made her pause. Her heart pounded in her chest as she weighed her options. She’d never met anyone from an online game before. It felt risky, but the intrigue was undeniable.

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**Cora**:
*Meet you in person? Are you serious?*

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A new message popped up almost immediately.

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**Alistair’s Owner**:
*Absolutely. If you’re up for a little adventure beyond the Rift, I think you’ll be glad you did. I promise, I’m not what you’re expecting...*

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Her pulse quickened. She wasn’t the type to shy away from adventure, online or offline, but she was also cautious. Still, she felt an odd sense of trust. Maybe it was the way he wrote—charming, confident, and playful, without being overbearing.

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**Cora**:
*Alright. Where and when?*

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Two days later, Cora stood outside a bustling café in the city, her phone clutched tightly in her hand. The air was crisp, the kind of cool that hinted at autumn's approach, and the streets were alive with the sounds of people enjoying the weekend. She wasn’t sure what to expect, but her stomach fluttered with anticipation.

She had agreed to meet "Alistair’s owner" at the café near the park. A part of her was hesitant. What if this was some kind of prank? But another part—no, the bigger part of her—was excited to meet the person behind the charismatic messages, the one who had made her feel like she was part of something bigger than just a game.

A vibration from her phone made her look down. A new message.

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**Alistair’s Owner**:
*I’m here, just look for the guy in the blue jacket by the window. You won’t miss me. I promise you, I’m not what you’re expecting.*

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Cora frowned and scanned the crowd. There, sitting by the window, was a man with the kind of confident posture that made him stand out. His blue jacket looked effortlessly stylish, and his dark hair was slightly tousled in a way that looked completely intentional. But what truly drew her in were his eyes—warm, expressive, and full of humor.

He saw her looking, and his lips curled into a smile.

Cora’s heart skipped a beat.

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*He’s... gorgeous.*

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Her steps faltered for a moment, and then, almost against her will, she found herself walking toward him. She had to admit, her initial skepticism melted away as she got closer. There was something magnetic about him.

When she reached the table, he stood up with a fluid grace, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

"Hey, you made it!" His voice was smooth, warm, and rich with charm. "Cora, I presume?"

She nodded, a little tongue-tied. "I... I didn’t expect you to actually look like *that*."

He chuckled, settling back into his chair. "I get that a lot. I’m Ian, by the way." He extended his hand, and she shook it, feeling a jolt of electricity run up her arm.

"So, the pawn," she said, still trying to steady her breath, "Alistair. You’ve got a thing for simplicity, huh?"

"Something like that," Ian said with a grin. "Alistair is a reflection of my style. I don’t do things by halves—if I’m going to do something, I do it with full force."

His charisma was undeniable. She found herself intrigued, not just by his looks but by the depth behind his words. There was a confidence there, yes, but also a vulnerability, like he was daring her to look beyond the surface.

They spent the next hour talking, discussing everything from their favorite games to the oddities of the online world. Ian was just as charming in person as he was online—his laughter infectious, his insights sharp. Cora felt herself drawn to him in a way that was both thrilling and terrifying.

"So," Cora said, her curiosity bubbling up, "if Alistair’s only purpose is to be a ‘finisher,’ does that mean you’re a bit of a... *finisher* yourself?"

Ian raised an eyebrow. "Oh, I’m definitely a finisher. In more ways than one."

She felt a heat rise in her cheeks, unsure whether to laugh or to blush further. He was teasing her, but there was something deeper behind his words, something that made her heart race faster than the in-game combat she was so used to.

By the time the sun began to set, painting the sky in shades of gold and pink, Cora realized something: she didn’t want this to end. The attraction was undeniable, and there was a spark—no, a fire—between them that went beyond the game.

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As Cora walked home later that evening, her thoughts were a whirlwind. She hadn’t expected the meeting to go so well. She hadn’t expected Ian to be so... real. And she hadn’t expected the connection they shared to feel so effortless.

Maybe this wasn’t just a game after all.

She pulled out her phone, opened the Rift, and sent Ian one final message for the night.

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**Cora**:
*So, about Alistair. Does he have any other skills, or is he still just the "finisher" in your life?*

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A message arrived almost instantly.

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**Ian**:
*Who knows? Maybe he’s been holding out for a better player. Or maybe... it’s time to unlock some new skills. But I’m sure you’ll find out soon enough, won’t you?*

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Cora smiled as she leaned back in her chair, her heart racing with the possibilities. She wasn’t just playing a game anymore. She was on a new adventure. And this time, the stakes were real.

The game, it seemed, had just begun.

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The next few days felt like a blur for Cora. She couldn’t get Ian out of her head. It wasn’t just that he was ridiculously good-looking—though that was certainly a part of it—but there was something more. His easy confidence, his charm, and the way he had *seen* her in a way that no one else had, made her feel like she was the only one in the room.

After their meeting at the café, they kept messaging back and forth. At first, it was about the game, of course. She found herself talking to him about everything—his thoughts on the game's plot twists, his favorite quests, and the endless possibilities within the Rift. But gradually, their conversations drifted from the game to more personal topics. He shared stories about his life—his love of hiking, his childhood dog that had followed him everywhere, even his frustrations with his job. Cora did the same, revealing little pieces of herself that she usually kept hidden from strangers. There was a sense of camaraderie between them, a sense of trust that she hadn’t expected to feel so quickly.

But as the days passed, something shifted. The messages became more flirtatious. A playful challenge here, a teasing comment there. Cora found herself waking up with a flutter in her chest whenever she saw a message from Ian. And when she didn’t hear from him for a few hours, a part of her felt disappointed, even a little empty.

It was strange. She wasn’t the type to fall for someone so quickly, especially not over text. But with Ian, it felt different. It felt real.

Her mind replayed the memory of him sitting across from her in that café, his easy smile, the way his eyes had lingered on hers just a second too long. She couldn’t deny it anymore. She was *infatuated.*

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It was late one evening when she received another message from him. She had just finished her daily grind of fighting goblins and gathering herbs for her potions when the notification pinged.

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**Ian**:
*Hey, you’ve been thinking about me, haven’t you?*

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Cora blinked at the message. Her heart skipped a beat. She hadn’t expected him to be so bold. Was he teasing her? Or was he hinting at something deeper? Either way, she couldn’t help but smile at the screen.

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**Cora**:
*What makes you think that?*

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The reply came quickly, as if he’d been waiting for her to ask.

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**Ian**:
*You can’t hide it, Cora. I can feel it across the Rift. Every time you log in, I know you’re hoping I’ll be there.*

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Her fingers hovered over her phone for a moment. She didn’t know what came over her, but her pulse raced as she typed her response.

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**Cora**:
*I guess you’re right. I *have* been thinking about you... a lot.*

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There was a long pause. Cora stared at the screen, wondering if she’d gone too far. But then, another message arrived.

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**Ian**:
*Good. I’ve been thinking about you too.*

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Her heart raced at his words. She felt a mix of excitement and nervousness, a cocktail of emotions that only he seemed to be able to stir inside her. She glanced at her character in the game, standing alone in the town square of Gran Soren, and for a moment, it felt like the virtual world and the real one were blurring together.

Her phone buzzed again.

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**Ian**:
*So, I’ve been thinking... maybe it’s time for *you* to unlock a new skill. Something you’ve never tried before.*

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Cora furrowed her brow, confused. What did he mean by that? Was he still talking about the game?

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**Cora**:
*What kind of skill?*

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**Ian**:
*One that’s going to make you think about me even more. 😉*

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Cora laughed out loud at his boldness, but her stomach fluttered at the implication. She had been used to the subtlety of online flirtations, but Ian’s directness—his confidence—was both a little overwhelming and utterly thrilling.

But it was the last part of his message that really got to her.

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**Ian**:
*I think it’s time for us to meet again. But next time... it’s not just the game we’re going to play.*

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Her breath caught in her throat. She reread the message, her mind racing. She was practically vibrating with anticipation, a mixture of excitement and fear swirling in her chest. Was he suggesting what she thought he was suggesting? That maybe—just maybe—they could explore this connection beyond the confines of the Rift?

The thought terrified her, but it also excited her more than anything she’d felt in a long time.

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**Cora**:
*When? Where?*

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The next weekend, they agreed to meet again—this time at a more intimate, quieter spot. A bar with soft jazz music in the background, a place that felt cozy, a little bit private, but still public enough to keep things casual. Cora could hardly focus on anything else. Her mind was consumed with thoughts of Ian.

She spent an hour getting ready, trying on several outfits before settling on something that felt *just right*—casual, but not too laid-back. She applied a touch of makeup and let her hair fall loose in soft waves, trying to keep her nerves at bay. The closer the time got, the more her hands trembled. This felt real now. She wasn’t sure if she was ready for it, but she *wanted* it. And that terrified her.

When she arrived at the bar, she spotted Ian almost immediately. He was sitting at a corner booth, leaning back casually, but his eyes immediately locked onto hers when she walked in. His smile—genuine, warm, and so damn inviting—made her heart race. He stood to greet her, and when he stepped closer, she realized just how tall he was. Her head barely reached his shoulder, and the proximity of his presence made everything feel more intense, more real.

"Hey there," he said, his voice low and smooth. "Glad you could make it."

Her heart pounded, and she forced herself to smile. "I couldn’t not come. You’ve had me curious since the first message."

He grinned, a playful glint in his eye. "Glad to hear it. Now I’m hoping I can keep you curious."

Cora’s pulse quickened at the suggestive tone of his words. She sat down across from him, feeling the space between them crackle with an energy she hadn’t expected. He looked just as he did in the Rift, but in person, it was a hundred times more striking. His jaw was sharp, his eyes deeper, and the way he carried himself—so confident, so comfortable in his own skin—made her feel both nervous and exhilarated.

They spent the evening talking, but it wasn’t just the usual chatter. There was something between them, an undeniable chemistry that neither of them tried to hide. They talked about their pasts, their lives outside the game, but there were moments when their conversation would dip into playful teasing, their eyes locking for just a beat too long.

By the time the night was over, Cora was dizzy with the realization that Ian was everything she’d imagined—and more. But as they stood outside the bar, the cool night air brushing against her skin, she felt him step closer, his presence overwhelming and yet comforting.

"So," Ian said, his voice lower now, his gaze intense, "what’s next, Cora? Are we going to take this to the next level... or keep playing the game?"

The question hung in the air, loaded with possibilities. Cora’s heart raced, her mind spinning. She was standing on the edge of something big, something real, and all she could do was take a deep breath and decide if she was ready to dive in.

And when she looked up at him, his eyes filled with such promise, such allure, she knew there was only one answer.

"I’m ready for the next level," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the pulse of the city around them.

Ian smiled, stepping closer, his lips just inches from hers. "Good. Because I’m all in."

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Cora had never expected her first real meeting with Ian to end the way it did. But there she was, standing outside the bar with him, the cool night air swirling around them. Her heart was pounding, but not from nerves this time—this was something else. Something deeper.

After their flirtations, their playful teasing, and the electric tension in the air, she found herself staring up at Ian’s face, mesmerized by the intensity of his gaze. For a brief moment, the rest of the world faded away.

He reached out, brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear, his touch so gentle, yet full of purpose. "I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to spend more time with you tonight," he murmured, his voice a low, velvety promise.

Her breath hitched, and she felt the undeniable pull to be closer to him, to explore this strange, heady connection that had started in the Rift and now, in the real world, felt so much more intense.

Without thinking, she nodded. "I’d like that, too."

Ian smiled, that wicked, yet sincere grin that made her heart skip a beat. "Come on, then. My place isn’t far. You can crash there for the night. We can talk more, or just... be."

Cora hesitated for only a moment. It wasn’t like her to rush into things, especially with someone she’d just met. But she was tired of playing it safe. She wanted to *feel* something—real, raw, unfiltered. And Ian, for all his charisma, seemed to feel the same.

"Okay," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

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The night at Ian’s place was everything she hadn’t expected—and everything she needed. It wasn’t about rushing into anything physical. They spent hours talking, the conversation flowing effortlessly, moving from light-hearted banter to deeper discussions about their lives, their dreams, and their fears. Ian was charming, but there was also a side to him that was unexpectedly tender. He shared more than she had expected—his experiences, his frustrations, and even a few moments of vulnerability. She could see the man behind the confidence, and it only made him more irresistible.

They sat on his couch, the dim glow of a lamp casting shadows over the room, a quiet melody playing softly in the background. Ian leaned in close, close enough that she could feel the warmth of his body next to hers. She looked up at him, caught in the magnetic force of his presence.

"You know," he said, his voice low, "I’m glad we did this. I’ve met a lot of people online, but there’s something about you, Cora. Something that draws me in. It’s... unexpected, but I’m not complaining."

Her heart thudded in her chest. "I feel the same," she admitted. She wasn’t sure what it was, but it was real. And that scared her more than anything else.

Without thinking, she reached for his hand, and when he took it in his, it felt like everything—everything she had been hoping for—clicked into place. There was no pretense, no games, just the undeniable pull between them.

When Ian’s eyes softened, his gaze lingering on her lips, she felt herself leaning in closer. It was like the world around them dissolved, leaving only the two of them, suspended in that moment.

And when their lips finally met, it was nothing like the playful banter of the game. It was slow, deliberate, the kind of kiss that lingered, filled with meaning. She felt the heat of it spread through her chest, and when it ended, neither of them spoke. They just stayed there, quietly, letting the connection settle between them.

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The next morning, the sunlight filtered softly through the blinds of Ian’s apartment, casting a warm, golden glow over everything. Cora woke up to find herself curled against Ian’s chest, his arm draped protectively around her. His steady breathing, the faint scent of his cologne, and the warmth of his skin made everything feel so surreal.

She didn’t want to leave. She didn’t want the night to end. But the real world was waiting.

Ian stirred beside her, his eyes fluttering open. When he saw her looking up at him, he smiled that crooked smile she had come to adore.

"Good morning," he murmured, his voice husky from sleep.

"Morning," Cora replied, her heart swelling in her chest. It was strange—this feeling of comfort, of being wanted. She had never imagined she’d find it in someone she met online. But with Ian, it felt like she was exactly where she was supposed to be.

They spent the rest of the morning together—talking, laughing, and enjoying the ease of each other’s company. But as the day went on, Cora’s thoughts drifted back to the Rift, back to the game, and back to that strange, intense connection they shared through the digital world.

When she returned home that afternoon, something stirred in her—a need to do something special for Ian. To *thank* him for the night, for the connection, for the way he had made her feel. She knew the perfect way to do it. Something that would combine their shared love for *Dragon's Dogma*—a gift, something unique.

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She logged into the game, the familiar comfort of her character standing in Gran Soren’s marketplace soothing her nerves. She moved quickly to the Rift, where she could send Ian a gift. The idea was simple but meaningful: a dragon weapon, something rare, something powerful, something that would stand out in his inventory—a gesture that went beyond the ordinary.

She scrolled through the list of items she had collected, finally settling on one of the most coveted weapons in the game: **The Dragon’s Roar**, a mighty sword imbued with the power of the ancient wyrms, capable of dealing devastating damage. It was rare, hard to obtain, and even harder to part with, but she wanted Ian to have it. To show him that the bond they shared wasn’t just confined to the game or the night they spent together—it was real.

With a smile, she sent the item to Ian’s Rift, attaching a short message:

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**Cora**:
*For you. The Dragon’s Roar—because I think you’re worth it. 🖤*

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She hesitated for a moment after hitting send, wondering if it was too much. But then, almost instantly, the message bubble appeared.

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**Ian**:
*You didn’t... Cora, this is amazing. I... I don’t know what to say. You’ve already given me more than enough. But this? This is incredible.*

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Cora felt a flush of warmth spread through her chest. There was something about giving him that gift—something symbolic of the trust and the connection that had grown between them, both in-game and out.

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**Ian**:
*You know, I think you just unlocked a new skill of your own.*

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**Cora**:
*Oh? What skill is that?*

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**Ian**:
*The "Heart of the Dragon." A skill that’s not just powerful... but unforgettable.*

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Cora smiled, feeling her heart swell with something new. *Heart of the Dragon.* It felt like a perfect fit for them—both the name of the weapon and the feeling that was blooming inside her.

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That night, she logged back in to the Rift, and Ian’s pawn, Alistair, appeared by her side, as always, ready for battle. But this time, it felt different. The connection between them—*Cora* and *Ian*—wasn’t just virtual anymore. It was real, tangible, something that would continue to grow in both worlds.

And as she stood in the virtual world, looking out over the horizon of Gransys, she realized that her quest had just begun.

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Cora sat in her favorite chair, the soft hum of her computer in the background, her fingers idly tapping against the edge of her desk. The glow from her screen illuminated her face, but it wasn’t the game she was playing that occupied her thoughts—it was Ian.

The way he’d looked at her, the way he’d held her hand that night, the way their bond had grown from the Rift into something real, something tangible.

She couldn’t help but smile to herself. She had never expected to find someone like him—someone who made her feel seen, valued, *real*—through a game. It felt surreal, but at the same time, it felt like everything was falling into place.

It had been weeks since that night at Ian’s apartment, and though they had continued to play *Dragon’s Dogma* together, their bond had only deepened. They spent time together in-game, tackling quests side-by-side, but more importantly, they spent hours talking about everything and nothing. They shared long video calls, jokes, and even quiet moments. It was clear now—this wasn’t just a fleeting connection. What they had was real. And as they got to know each other better, the feeling only grew stronger.

Cora’s phone buzzed on her desk, and her heart skipped a beat when she saw Ian’s name appear on the screen.

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**Ian**:
*What do you say we finish this quest together? I promise, there’ll be something worth celebrating when we do...*

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Cora couldn’t suppress the smile that tugged at her lips. She’d never been this excited for a game session before. She had learned by now that the fun of the game wasn’t just in defeating monsters or completing quests—it was in sharing the journey with someone who mattered.

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**Cora**:
*I’m in. But you owe me one heck of a celebration after. I have a feeling we’ve earned it.*

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The response came almost immediately.

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**Ian**:
*You know it. Meet you at the Rift. Let’s finish this, Cora. Together.*

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It wasn’t just the game they were finishing. It was everything they had built together—through the pixels, through the conversations, through the laughter and the quiet moments. They had started as strangers, but now, they were partners in every sense of the word.

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The evening passed in a whirlwind of quests, battle cries, and the satisfaction of finally defeating the final dragon that had been haunting their virtual world. Alistair, Ian’s pawn, stood by Cora’s side, looking fierce as always, but today, it was their teamwork that mattered more than any in-game victory.

As the last dragon fell, Ian’s character gave a triumphant roar.

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**Ian**:
*We did it. We actually did it.*

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Cora’s heart swelled with pride, but there was something more behind the words than just the win. It was a promise.

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**Cora**:
*Yeah. We make a great team.*

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There was a pause before Ian’s character appeared beside hers in the game, standing tall with a confident smile. But when the screen faded to black, a new message popped up, not from the Rift—but from Ian himself.

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**Ian**:
*I’ve been thinking…*

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Cora’s breath caught in her throat. She knew this was it—the moment when everything changed. She had hoped, she had believed, but now, the moment of truth was here.

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**Ian**:
*What do you say we take this quest outside of the game? Maybe… see where we can go in the real world?*

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Cora felt the flood of emotions rush through her: excitement, joy, relief, and that familiar fluttering feeling in her chest. She was ready. More than ready.

She didn’t need to hesitate. With a smile, she typed her response.

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**Cora**:
*I’d love that.*

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She didn’t need to say anything more. They both knew what came next. The game had brought them together, but it was their real connection—their hearts—that would carry them forward.

As she set her phone down and leaned back in her chair, she looked out her window, the evening sky painted with the hues of a setting sun. There was a new adventure waiting for her, and this time, it was more than just a quest. It was a journey of the heart.

And for the first time in a long time, Cora knew that, just like in *Dragon’s Dogma,* the world was full of endless possibilities—some hidden behind the Rift, others waiting to be discovered in the real world.

The End