Rebirth Snatching Back My Stolen Luck novel Chapter 43

My jaw slackened.

Creator of the Year?

I opened the email with trembling fingers.

[Dear Longing Bird,

It is with great pleasure that we inform you that you’ve been shortlisted for FeatherInk’s Creator of the Year–a presti- gious award given to only the top five creators on our platform.

Your work has demonstrated exceptional storytelling, emotional depth, and artistic impact.

If selected as the final winner, your prize will include:

– $100,000 USD cash

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Official merchandise and print publication

– International press coverage

– An exclusive animation contract… ]

I couldn’t keep reading.

My mind had already blanked out.

Was this… even real?

LILITH

In less than a minute, someone proved to me that this was as real as it could get.

A new email notification popped up on the screen in front of me.

It was from Freya.

[Hello, Longing Bird, I was informed by the technical team that your account just came online and is currently active. If this is truly you, could you please reply to confirm your identity?]

Driven by curiosity–and a million other questions–I clicked on the message and typed a reply.

[Hello. This is Longing Bird. I’ve read all your previous emails and would like to apologize for any trouble I may have caused during my absence. That said, I received your message about a Creator of the Year award. May I know what that’s about?]

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Minutes later, her response came:

[The Creator of the Year award is FeatherInk’s most prestigious honor. It’s given to creators who’ve met specific cri- teria regarding their published works–and you, Longing Bird, are one of our top picks. I imagine you have a lot of questions about this, which might be hard to fully explain via email. So here’s what I propose; if you’re available, would you like to meet at our office tomorrow? I’ll be able to address everything in person then.]

I could sense the cautiousness laced with anticipation behind her carefully chosen words. She was clearly trying to confirm my identity face–to–face.

But I didn’t mind. After all, I intended to do the same.

I needed to confirm whether this was real, or just an elaborate scam to part me from my money.

[Alright. I’ll be at your office by ten in the morning. We can talk then.]

Freya responded almost immediately:

[Great. Here’s the address: 5th floor, Raven Entertainment Building, Business District Area, Emerald City, We look forward to meeting you, Longing Bird.]

Likewise, I thought, as our email exchange ended.

Exiting the email app, I opened the FeatherInk app and re–familiarized myself with my published works. Afterward, I tapped the second icon on the home screen–the drawing app I used for creating my art.

The more I looked, the more I fell in love with my own work all over again.

In the end, I couldn’t resist picking up the stylus to sketch. My skills were rusty, as expected, but I wasn’t discour- aged. With enough practice, I was confident I’d soon return to my peak.

Eventually, drained both mentally and physically, I drifted off to sleep, in the same room and bed I couldn’t despise

more.

The next morning, I woke up bright and early.

Ditching my usual casual clothes, I opted for something a little more professional–a navy blue V–neck knit cardigan tucked into cream high–waisted pants, paired with flat shoes, a black wristwatch, and a structured shoulder bag.

By seven, I was done preparing and still had three more hours to go. I could only sit on the edge of the bed, watching the clock on the nightstand tick slowly.

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