I Became The Dying Female Lead's Sister Bato

Okay, so you know how sometimes you're just chilling, maybe scrolling through your phone, and BAM! You're hit with the plot twist of a lifetime? Yeah, that's pretty much how I became the sister of a dying female lead in some ridiculously dramatic novel. I'm still trying to figure out how that even works, honestly.

Let me introduce myself, I guess. My name is... well, let's just say it's Bato. And my (apparently) *fictional* sister, the tragically beautiful and sickly heroine, is named Elara. Picture perfect, right? Except one of us is apparently destined to cough elegantly into a lace handkerchief and then, you know, *die*. Guess who got stuck with the handkerchief duties?

Honestly, when I first realized what was happening (a truly bizarre sensation involving blurry vision and a sudden urge to wear ridiculously frilly dresses), my first thought wasn't, "Oh no, my sister!" It was more like, "Wait, are there snacks in this world? And is the internet any good?" Priorities, people, priorities.

Turns out, the snacks are... questionable. Think bland pastries and lukewarm tea. The internet? Non-existent. Major bummer. But hey, at least the fashion is interesting, if a little impractical for, say, climbing trees or, you know, *escaping a predetermined tragic fate*. Which, by the way, is totally my new hobby.

Operation: Keep Elara Alive (and Me Sane)

So, here's the deal. Elara is supposed to, you know, *fade*. The doctors in this ridiculously over-the-top, chandelier-filled world are all shaking their heads, murmuring about "delicate constitutions" and "the will of the heavens." Seriously? In my world, we have antibiotics and reality TV! I was *not* about to let some outdated medical opinions dictate my sister's (or, more accurately, a fictional character's assigned to me) demise.

My plan? Throw everything I know at the problem. Forget the delicate pastries, we're getting some protein up in here! No more mooning about in gardens; Elara is going for walks, whether she likes it or not! And I'm sneaking in modern medicine books I somehow managed to materialize with me, hoping someone, *anyone*, in this world knows how to read between the flowery language and see actual science. It's basically a crash course in historical medical sabotage.

It's not easy. Everyone thinks I'm being "eccentric" and "unbecoming for a lady." Like, excuse me, but who has time for proper etiquette when there's a perfectly good plot to derail?

And Elara? Well, she's... hesitant. Used to being babied, I guess. But I see a spark in her eyes, a hint of rebellion. I think she's starting to enjoy the fact that someone is actually fighting for her, instead of just accepting her fate. Plus, I bribed her with stories of modern-day pizza. That usually works.

My biggest challenge? The ridiculously handsome and brooding male lead who keeps showing up to angst at Elara. He's all dramatic sighs and pining looks. I swear, if he starts writing poetry, I'm going to feed him the lukewarm tea myself.

Changing the Narrative

Listen, I know this is all crazy. Waking up in a novel as a side character whose only purpose is to watch her sister die? Sounds like a terrible writing prompt. But here's the thing: I'm not going to play that role. I'm going to be the sister who brings snacks (eventually), who teaches Elara self-defense, who introduces the concept of healthy boundaries to the brooding male lead.

I'm going to change the narrative.

Maybe I can't completely rewrite the story. Maybe Elara will still have some struggles. But I'm going to make sure she faces them with a fighting spirit, with the knowledge that she's loved, and with a decent understanding of basic hygiene (seriously, their skincare routine is terrifying).

So, yeah, I'm Bato, the sister of the dying female lead. But I'm also Bato, the plot twist, the wild card, the one who's going to make sure everyone gets a happy ending, even if I have to drag them kicking and screaming into the 21st century ideals first. Wish me luck! And if you happen to have any spare antibiotics lying around, send them my way. You know, just in case.

Final thought: Life throws curveballs, even if they're literary ones. You might find yourself in a story you didn't choose, playing a role you didn't audition for. But you always have the power to write your own lines, to change the ending, and to add a little bit of your own brand of awesome to the world. Go out there and be the plot twist the world needs!