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Mum, may I?

Yes, Dali. Go with your father.

He’s likely to stay there all day.

Thank you.

They’re made for one another.

Hi, Sweetie.

Looks like time’s up.

Did the fierce wolf send you to devour me?

Dali, look at that house.

Isn’t it the prettiest house in the world?

I’m sure it grew on this hill.

Something like this can’t be built.

It’s sheer magic.

What’s the seed of a house like, dad?

I assure you Dali,

that it’s a very beautiful seed.

It’s worth seeing,

of a color you’ve never seen before.

The size of a small acorn,

But heavier than a well-fed elephant.

Almost as heavy as my little girl.

Dali, put your seat belt on.

Dad’s going to write a story about that house.

With all the time he spent looking at that house,

it should be a saga of at least seven books.

Your mum’s right.

That house is too much inspiration for one story.

I think I’ll have to write a whole book about it.

Tomorrow, without fail, I’ll tell my editor.

"FOR SALE"

Your editor is still surprised.

After years of editing your books,

I’ll be able to edit your first novel, at last?

I don’t like the term novel.

I’d rather say the book.

It sounds more: hard cover, humidity...

and yellowish pages.

I want to write a book, not a novel.

I’ll write it by hand with pen and ink,

very old school.

It’ll be fun.

Why not make it tougher?

If a 2-page story takes you three years.

How much will one of 500 pages take you?

Don’t worry madam editor.

It will be quick, I assure you.

I’ll begin tomorrow.

And before the year’s out,

you’ll sit in front of the fire,

reading the... 800 pages of my book.

The end of the year is a good date

but you know better than I do,

that we have no fireplace at home.

I’ll... put Dalia to bed.

They’re so alike!

It will be a while before we light that fire.

SEVEN YEARS LATER

Mummy, I’m home.

Mum...

mum?

She hasn’t come back from work yet.

But I bet she left them ready.

Where are they?

Rolled up happiness!

Thanks, mum.

What’s that?

Mum are you in here?

Mum?

Dad’s study.

Daddy!

Daddy!

You’re a brave little girl, Dalia.

For a second, I thought you wouldn’t be able to do it.

Dad, you promised me a special gift.

I see, for the promise of a treasure,

you’d cross any labyrinth,

no matter how many Minotaurs you find on the way.

Dad, you promised.

Today’s my birthday.

I know Dali, it’s February, how time flies,

and we still have no fireplace.

And my present?

Brave but impatient.

I’d never forget your present, Sweetie.

I have it here.

Today I’ll give you something you’ll never lose

and even if time flies, it will never catch it.

Can you guess what it is?

A friend?

Almost, but in fact, I’m referring to a character.

A character that will live in my book.

One that you invent yourself.

Just as I want it?

-Yeah, whatever you like. -I want it to be a goat.

A goat? Why not.

What’s your goat’s name?

It’s obvious, daddy, Goat. It’s my friend

It jumps all over the place,

but it never, ever falls

because it was born in the mountains.

Why doesn’t mummy ever let me in here?

Daddy used to let me.

I remembered you bigger.

Dad’s book!

Ouch, what was that?

Yes, at last!

The story begins to work.

The door opens again.

This time it will happen.

When will you understand.

-We can’t move on in this story. -Are you okay, sister?

Seems like we’re not the only characters who are bored.

The door is open again?

How interesting.

Dali!!

Mum’s home.

This was here...

Dali?

Oh, Dali.

Lucky, I hid this,

in order to save it.

That’s it.

Dali?

Dali?

are you in your room?

Yes mum, I’m tidying up.

"Tidying up?"

This I’ve got to see.

Oh, no!

She mustn't see it. Quick.

Come on, Dalia. Think.

Think, Dalia.

Where could you hide it?

Hi, mum.

So you’re tidying up?

I didn’t think so.

I was tidying up some texts on the...

doesn’t matter.

How was your day?

We talked about this already, mum.

Happy Birthday!

I told you I didn’t want any presents.

I know darling but that’s silly.

You’ve turned 12 and you won’t let me

set up a party with your friends.

So, I got you something insignificant.

Nothing too impressive, I assure you.

That’s good.

Great expectations kill the slightest happiness.

I love it!

It’s the first time

you give me something I really like.

Dali, I have another present for you.

Dad’s watch.

He’d love you to have it.

Your dad took it everywhere.

Is that the text you were fixing?

A new story?

Oh no, it’s just that...

It’s not ready yet.

It will never be ready.

You’re exactly like your dad.

I know that’s what you expect from me.

I not as good a writer as he was.

Dali, I’m an editor.

My job is to recognize writers

and you’re very good.

I’m not a writer.

I like writing but I’m not a writer.

I like a lot of other things too.

Do you? Like what?

Other things, like...

Other things.

Dalia,

all I want is for you to be happy.

I don’t care what you do in life.

Only that it makes you really happy.

Considering we don’t have any guests.

Let’s get ready to eat lots of pancakes.

Rolled up happiness.

How odd...

I thought I closed the door, when I fetched the watch.

I’m getting old and senile.

IT ALL STARTED WHEN...

HOW DO KNOW WHEN IT ALL STARTED?

How can it be so clear in my head

and when I begin to write, it disappears?

Good night, Sweetie,

I’m going downstairs to work.

Don’t go to bed too late.

Bye, mum.

See you tomorrow.

At last,

nothing better than hiding something

by leaving it in sight.

What’s this?

I resist less every day.

Old, senile and sleepy.

Open up!

Where could the key be?

I’m in luck.

Bet she’s gone to sleep.

Let's see if I can recover with a cup of coffee.

Let’s see this one.

Closed book,

closed door

but open mind.

LOCKS FOR BOOKS

Locks... keys...

These are like dad’s books.

Wow, got it.

OPEN BETWEEN 6 A.M. AND 5 P.M.

If I go early, very early.

I can then go to school without mum knowing.

You won’t be able to hide your secrets much longer,

my friend.

We’ve got to hurry.

No one must see us.

This is the door, open it,

and Sobreg will give you

a very important role in this story.

Ok, sounds easy.

It doesn’t look too strong.

If you continue to push so hard you’ll end up ruining

the little that’s good about this story.

You!

What do you want?

To help you.

You may have the key

but you know you can’t go in without a...

Follow us.

For the great Sobreg, it worked!

We’re really here.

That’s incredible. It’s another world.

Where is our book?

It will be a long hunt.

Not very long.

We don’t have much time.

The early bird...

just tortures itself.

This is the library.

Hello.

I’m looking for these books with...

Where can I...

Do I have to fill this is in?

Shelf five.

It’s easier on internet.

What’s happened here?

What is this?

Hello.

Hello.

Sorry, I frightened you.

No, you surprised me.

The same thing happened to me.

Twice!

First, I was surprised by this mess.

Second, I was surprised to hear of an early girl

so interested in old books.

Books I can’t find anywhere.

Do I know you?

No, I don’t think so.

It’s my first time in a library.

I do more searches on internet.

I understand, your generation prefers a shiny screen

to opening a book.

A real pity.

Well, thank you for everything.

I knew it, how silly of me.

You’re Dalia,

the daughter of the great Adolfo Craplovet.

Your father and I were very good friends.

Adolfo used to always come by here.

For him these weren’t covers, they were doors.

Door to new universes,

Knowledge, poetry and unforgettable stories.

I admired your father very much.

From time to time

I had the privilege of ready his stories

before anyone else.

Truly wonderful stories.

He was a true creator.

I’d so like to write the way he did.

Thanks for everything.

I’ve got to go. I’m late for school...

I never read his novel.

Did he finish it?

His novel?

He never wanted to talk about his novel.

It was very special.

‘A story to be read by candlelight.’

He used to say.

I guess it was a mystery novel. Wasn’t it?

Do you think your mother will publish it some day?

I have no idea.

Goodbye.

Excuse me. I can ask you a last question?

The answer is no. I’m not a writer.

I like other things.

Do you? What things?

Goodbye.

I’ll have to work very late today.

Be good little book and open up.

I don’t want to force you

but if you don’t I’ll throw you into the fire.

I promise.

How strange,

the emergency lights haven’t gone on.

I’ll have to call the electrician again.

At least there’s one working.

It’s your last chance, my friend,

if you don’t open, I’ll...

How odd.

How is it possible That you’re here.

This is impossible.

What little imagination,

you're embarrassing.

Don’t you know that if the author can’t find the way,

his characters will do it for him?

I didn’t want to do it but I liked his ideas so much.

I wanted them to be mine.

He’d never have finished the book in time.

I didn’t want to ruin it.

That doesn’t matter now.

Sobreg will finish the story.

Sobreg?

Where’s the book?

I don’t have it.

He suspected me.

He never brought it again.

He was my friend and I betrayed him.

We know the book isn’t in this library.

Tell me where it is.

I don’t know.

I guess his wife has it.

His daughter was here today.

You got what you wanted, don’t you?

Now you can let me go.

Before I need something more from you.

What’s this?

I don’t understand a thing.

I can’t read this.

A letter from dad.

How strange.

It’s for me.

Isn’t this the door to the...

Now what.

That’s all I needed.

I need to find a place to hide the book.

True.

A story to be read by candlelight.

Dad wasn’t a writer, he was a magician.

It’s mum.

I must hide this.

There, must be that door.

Let’s hurry, we don’t have much time.

Who’s house is this.

Another locked door.

Your key.

It doesn’t belong to this door.

Your plan begins to fail.

I doubt...

Who are you?

What are you doing in my house?

Thieves!

You’re not taking a thing from this house!

A warrior at last.

No, there’s no time.

We have to go.

That’s it.

Get out of my house!

Dalia, are you OK?

Here I am, mum. I’m fine.

No, Dalia!

So, it’s you?

No, I don’t think so.

-You’re mistaken. -I doubt it.

Let go of my daughter!

Here!

Quickly!

No, what are you doing?

What would you be willing to do for your cub?

Anything.

How many doors does this key open?

If you let me go now I won’t report you.

I only saw the one with the horrid wolf mask.

It’s a she-wolf and she’s right behind us.

Will she make it?

No she won’t, all the better.

No one will miss her, she’s so presumptuous.

Poor secondary characters always arriving second.

Are we at the library already?

I want to go back!

Please, I won’t say a thing!

-Let me go. I want to go home! -Why did we bring her?

-This is enough! -She’s useless.

Let’s leave her here.

That’s a great idea.

The best I’ve heard all night.

She’s coming with us.

I’ve got juicy plans for her.

What?

Let me go now!

I want to go home. That’s enough!

Where are you taking me?

I won’t let you eat me.

Don’t let her escape.

Come here, little girl.

The librarian, he’s... dead.

Throw her over here, quick!

I’ll only be a letter in a sea of words.

We shouldn’t have brought her.

We nearly disappear over there

and she runs the same risk here.

What we wanted was the book

but we couldn’t find it.

What is all this?

Where are we?

The story begins to work.

Give me the book.

I can smell it.

I know you have it right there.

I don’t understand.

Why do you want dad’s book?

It’s not even finished.

That’s exactly why we want it.

We’ll finish it.

We need to finish it.

Quick she could disappear any minute.

If I give it to you, will you let me go home?

Of course, Dali.

And if I drop it?

If you don’t do as I say,

I’ll drop the book.

If the book falls, you’ll fall with it.

Can you fly?

Why do you insist on being like fierce?

Two swords for one little girl.

At last my antagonist makes an appearance.

I’ve waited a long time for this moment.

What’s time for us?

This moment will be a 1000 times the present.

A present in which you will be defeated.

I’ll change this and all our present moments.

I see, that’s what you want the book for.

In that case you leave me no choice.

No!

-The book! The Book! -Oh no!

No, dad’s book.

No, the book!

You ruminant!

You’ve just appeared and you ruined everything.

I’ll erase you from this story right now!

Why do they all grab me

as if I were a bag of potatoes?

I’d prefer a braver opponent,

to a coward who prefers to run...

than to fight.

We’re going to die!

The next time you do that, let me know.

That building collapsed like the drawing.

So the book...

Why did you knock it over?

You let it drop.

We must get it back.

If it still exists.

It hasn’t disappeared.

What do you have in your backpack?

This?

It’s probably important

But it’s not what we’re looking for right now.

The minutes are fading.

Look.

We have very little time.

Little time before I die or something like that?

Little time to finish the story.

So, I won’t die?

No, you won’t die.

When the hours in your watch disappear,

if you’re still here, you’ll disappear forever.

Only, is that all. Lucky I’m not going to die.

What’s that?

come on phone!

I can understand being disconnected,

But not to be able to take a photo isn’t fare.

Do you think I’m going to follow you around?

Hey, wait for me.

The presentation of the main characters ends here.

Now, we’re ready to begin.

By any chance, do you know how I can get home

before I disappear?

Home?

Wait a minute.

I need to understand.

Are we in dad’s book?

Inside the book?

You’re Goat,

the character my dad gave me when I was five years old.

How is it possible? How can you exist?

Be real? How can I be here?

Your part in this story must be essential.

Me, essential in this story?

From what I’ve heard

you and I should not be here.

I doubt if anything in this story,

is here by chance or by mistake.

Ok, if we’re here it must be for a reason.

We have no choice.

If this is the story, we must run through it

and at the end I can go home.

I hope.

But, which way?

I thought creators gave answers.

But I see they don’t stop asking questions.

We can look at that tower all our lives

but only a creator can open the door of creation.

Have you come to tell me what I already know?

My sisters and I heard about recent events in the story.

So, we want to make you a proposal,

Madame She-wolf.

If we’re inside a story, a tale,

the main thing is to move forward.

The story must flow,

The worst thing that could happen

Is for it to get stuck.

I know that place!

It’s very similar to the building

with the door that brought me here.

There must be a door here too

that can take me back home.

This is very easy.

I was here yesterday.

I mean,

I was in the real one.

The real library.

The real one.

This one’s real too.

I don’t mean to say it isn’t

but the other one is in the... real world.

Let’s go in.

Inside it doesn’t look a bit like the other library.

How do you reach the books up there?

With a ladder.

Very high ladders.

May be.

Where can the door be?

What’s this title?

‘T’ Just ‘T’?

A flower be so big it covers the sun.

I don’t understand, this isn’t a story,

it’s just an idea.

It’s not finished.

It appears to be just a draft,

an unconnected flow of ideas.

Perhaps that story as well as us,

will end up like that.

So, all these books are unfinished?

How about this one?

It’s empty. How’s that possible?

Goat!

Goat!

Goat!

Goat!

Where is he?

Goat!

Where did he go?

-Welcome. -Hello.

Welcome to my humble library.

Thank you, Mr. Owl... librarian?

I’m looking for the way out of this... story.

It’s probably a door. Can you help me?

What’s the point of all these books

if they can’t give any answers?

I also want to find my friend who got lost.

He was here with--

Follow me, little girl!

Follow me, this way.

Dalia, are you there?

How strange.

Look like I only have one path.

What’s happening here?

How strange.

The creator didn’t write out the whole library.

Who brought me here?

You brought me here?

Have you all gone crazy?

Is it far to go yet?

How awesome!

How do you take these books to school?

They should come with wheels or something like that.

It would be better if you consulted the index.

It would be a quicker search than page to page.

OK. I know.

Door to real world.

Incredible! Here it is.

Page 5754.

You just have to ask the right book

the right question and it will always reply.

Who’s Sobreg?

What?

Oh, no. Forget about that.

The door is in the revolving tower.

Behind the throne of the powerful Sobreg.

It’s a lost cause.

Anything else I can help you with?

Who’s Sobreg?

Is there any book about him?

Sobreg, is evil, hate and shame.

He’s the traitor,

The one who...

The one who what?

It doesn’t matter.

I thought a library held all the answers.

But I was wrong.

I must find a place with a signal around here.

You can find everything on internet.

Sobreg was the one who tried to steal this story

from its creator and ruined everything.

It’s his fault the book was never finished.

From the creator? My father?

Goat, you’re here!

I found the path we need to take.

You may not like it.

As long as it’s not in that direction.

The books in this library are acting very strangely.

Thanks for everything

and sorry about the mess.

Please don’t tell anyone I exist. Nobody.

This place and me, we’re forgotten characters.

I’d like to keep it that way.

OK, fine. Goodbye.

Where were you?

The books showed me the library was incomplete.

I don’t understand.

The books showed you?

That doesn’t matter now.

I have more important news.

I know where the door to get back home is.

Do you? The revolving tower?

I don’t think we can get inside.

Nobody can since...

This is THE story.

An adventure full of dangers.

We must get to the tower with 1000 doors

and to Soroborgor... Sbergor...

-Whatever his name is. -I can’t take you before Sobreg

but I can tell you where the tower of 1000 doors is.

The book is lost.

Is it worth fighting for?

I don’t think so.

We can be good friends.

We can even work together.

I’ll be your inspiration, your favorite character,

your secret heroine.

As I was for the creator.

Favorite character?

I don’t understand a word of what you’re saying.

You will.

She-wolf do you have the time?

Capture them, now.

Who are they?

No!

No! Sister!

Oh, no. The sun.

You’ll write what I want even if I have to...

Dalia, we must go.

Are we going to leave her like this?

Don’t you prefer to...

Everyone in a story is important.

Even the fiercest.

Poor character.

All it did was to prove the strength of the sun

in this world.

That power doesn’t last for long.

The sun’s only just come out.

Yes, and it’s after midday.

Is that the sun?

It’s like a huge watch.

How long does it take to go around?

Time enough.

I’m going to jump.

Here we go again

It’s an interesting mechanism.

Of course, it’s all a mechanism

that’s put into gear.

It all has to work and fit into the story.

This story takes place at night.

Nothing important will happen during the day

The day is just a passage from night to night.

That’s why none of the characters do anything during the day.

They can only stay still.

Still as rocks, I’d say, until the following night.

We’re lucky not to be characters in this story.

It’s like having a super power.

Super power?

How can you be a character and not know about super powers?

I know my only skill is to jump and climb.

I’ll use it so no one follows me.

Goat... wait.

Make it a goat that jumps and never falls.

I could have asked for one that talks more.

When mum gave me the watch,

did she know what she was really giving me?

Hey, how did you get here?

Dad’s letter, how could I forget you.

I hope I’m ready to read this letter.

There’s nothing on it.

Why did you leave me a letter with nothing in it?

Why did you go?

Why did you have to die?

Why did you leave me?

... make you.

Find them.

You know what you must do.

Damn ruminant...

What a smelly and useless place.

You murderer...

You’re mine now.

Why are you helping her?

Set me free and I’ll tell you.

Alright them.

She promised us we’d be important characters.

Important?

We don’t want to be in a story

in which no reader will remember us.

Readers?

It’s too soon to think of readers.

Someone has to finish writing this story, first.

Maybe Dalia could write it.

That little girl?

That little girl can’t write a thing.

She doesn’t even understand the book.

She-wolf assured us that when the end is written,

neither her or you will be in its pages.

Who’ll write that ending?

Do you think She-wolf will waste ink

in writing about you?

Sobreg will never let me go.

I’ll disappear here.

That doesn’t depend on Sobreg.

I know, it’s up to me.

I must finish writing this story,

bla, bla, bla.

But I’m not a writer,

I’m interested in other things.

I understand.

I’ll never be able to write like my father,

with his big words.

I know everyone expects that from me

but I can’t.

If you can’t write this story Like your father would,

why not write it like Dalia would?

Maybe it’s time to stop seeking

someone else’s big words

and value your own simple words.

What are your eyes like, Goat?

You’re always wearing those glasses.

You tell me. You created me.

I hate to disappoint you

but I didn’t create you.

Not entirely, at least.

In fact, you exist or existed.

At the top of the stairs is your room, Dali.

It’s the highest tower in the castle

and the prettiest.

Poor little goat.

What beautiful colors!

I’m not surprised.

Everything relates to someone or something.

Stories always reflect their creators,

so do their characters.

Let’s finish this story together.

I don’t know how but let’s get to the end together.

From now on everything will work out.

Goat!

Help! Goat!

Hold on.

No... Don’t do it.

Soon we’ll get to the start of this story.

I’d say we’re close to our end.

The end is above.

How much more will we fall?

Is there no end to this?

Wake up, Dalia. We’re nearly there.

Truth is I would have liked to be a writer!

Hello, Goat.

Thank you.

Goat, what are those creatures?

In the beginning we find ideas.

Some are big, others are smaller.

The columns hold up the city

The columns hold up the city

but what supports the columns?

Only the creator knows.

Only he or she can swim that deep.

We must keep going up.

Everything’s very empty around here.

It looks like a desert.

What’s that?

FOR SALE

What’s for sale?

It can’t be.

I remember this house.

We saw it on the last holiday we had together.

The prettiest house in the world.

It was important for dad, how strange to find it here.

Dad would have placed it in a more important spot,

maybe closer to the end.

This house inspired him.

Why would he leave it here, abandoned?

I don’t think it’s abandoned.

Of course, it’s hidden,

protected, so no one can change the real essence of things.

The reason for the story, it’s heart.

The seed.

This is where it all begins.

When I re-write it all. I won’t keep this part.

It’s depressing.

It will all be more lively, colorful

and full of interesting details.

I have a lot of good ideas!

Who am I kidding?

Up here all my ideas are brilliant, unique

but when I try to write them down.

They vanish, trickle away like...

Like a shapeless creature in the bottom of the lake.

There’s a great distance between ideas and words.

When I think it, it’s so clear, simple, brilliant

but when I try to write it it’s so complicated,

meaningless and frustrating.

As frustrating as that.

It’s impossible.

We’ll never make it in time.

I’ll disappear in this city.

I thought that to keep moving

was important in a story.

Why move on if I won’t make it in time?

I see. You only play when you’re sure of winning.

That’s not it.

Then what is it, Dalia?

It’s impossible.

It’s only impossible until someone proves it isn’t.

This story is terrible.

Maybe it needs a turning point.

Something you can create.

Create?

Do you mean write?

To write this story and change it?

I couldn’t do something like that.

Beside I have nowhere to write.

Of course.

I thought dad sent me a letter without writing anything in it

but, in fact, he left me this blank page

for me to write on it.

I knew it was important.

What will happen if I write on this page?

There’s only one way to find out.

I don’t know what to write. I can’t think of anything.

Besides with this, there’s no Control Z.

Control Z?

Yes, on my computer,

if I don’t like what I wrote, I press: Control Z.

I can erase it all and try again

as many times as I like.

With this I can only write once.

If I make a mistake it will remain there,

forever.

So, I can’t just write anything.

What are you thinking?

Now?

Now?

Now with all these problems,

to be about to disappear and all that,

Actually...

I’m thinking of eating pancakes.

I’m very hungry.

What’s a pancake?

Don’t you know what pancakes are?

They’re the best thing in the world.

Mum always prepares them for my birthday.

Well then...

Do you want me to write about pancakes?

They’re mum’s pancakes on the plate I described!

That paper is magical.

I can’t believe it!

They’re good, aren’t they?

You don’t like them?

They’re the best thing in the world.

Let me try.

It’s horrible!

I told you I was a terrible writer.

What went wrong?

I know what it could be.

Try it again.

It’s not Control Z, but I think it can work.

Yes!

I’m a great writer with magic paper!

The flavor has changed completely.

I’m great!

Hey Goat, leave me one!

Before I just described the outside.

Now I did the inside too.

The feeling I get while eating.

Rolled up happiness.

True.

They make you happy.

It’s done.

We want what you promised us.

I’ll fulfill my part of the deal,

when the time comes.

Don’t forget you still have one task.

I’ve never smelt this, how strange.

It’s like something new.

Just a moment ago, I smelt something new.

Now I see something that was dead, moving.

It you don’t stop tearing the book,

the whole city will crumble

The book is useless,

there no space to write in it.

You can’t even read it.

If I can’t create anything new in it,

I’ll use it to destroy everything.

You got this story going, now you give up so easily?

I’m sorry She-wolf I thought That if I had the red book

the whole tale would be under my... our power.

But I can’t write the ending or open the doors of creation.

It was all useless.

Poor librarian, who wanted to be the creator.

As you see, one fall isn’t an obstacle for me.

When did you find out?

I didn’t have to. I just smelt it.

All that library stinks of you.

It gives you away

but to look for you there would have been useless.

I knew you’d come here when the time came.

I wanted the best for us.

To be the protagonists we deserve to be.

I wanted to reach Sobreg and open the doors of creation.

Like any frustrated creator, incapable of creating,

so, you destroy instead.

If we work together we can still do it.

Don’t you smell it in the air?

Something new has appeared.

You smell it too, don’t you?

You know there’s only way to create something new.

I knew she had the power to create.

What’s your plan?

She’ll come to us.

I prepared it all in the library.

Now all we must do is to rush her a bit.

I just have to choose the right pages.

It needs to be something That goes very fast,

like a rocket.

A rocket would make no sense.

It has to be something that fits in this story.

Something like...

I know! An elevator!

An old elevator that goes at full speed.

Ultrasonic speed!

Yes!

What a great idea!

What’s happening?

The city is crumbling.

It’s destroying everything!

Oh no!

I lost the magic paper.

Goat, it fell when you jumped.

There it is. We’re in luck.

My paper...

Wait, Dalia.

Hello...

Thank you.

And that character?

It’s still of no use in the story.

The creator didn’t give it enough shape.

I think it has its personality and it’s use

or it will when I wri--

When you... ?

Doesn’t matter.

We’ll have to change our plan, Goat.

Most of the city doesn’t exist anymore.

I thought a super elevator would work.

But I’d have to change the structure of the city.

Specially now.

What makes sense is a bridge

but it could be very slow.

What can I write that could work?

I have an idea.

I think it’s a good one.

A flying machine?

Aren’t those aviator goggles?

There’s no adventure without risks.

Is there nothing inside this machine?

No, no!

We’re going to crash!

So it seems.

I’m a terrible writer.

I can never get it right, I leave it unfinished.

I have loads of unfinished stories.

In this case you should finish the text as soon as possible.

I made the same mistake as with the pancakes.

There, I fixed it!

It didn’t work.

Why didn’t it work?

It seems to be all here

But I don’t understand how this vehicle works.

Excuse me.

Like this, like a joystick.

A what?

Forward, back, up, down and to the sides.

That’s all. Now you.

The paper! Goat!

Stop this thing!

This machine is very much like

the bus I take to school everyday.

Sobreg has destroyed a lot of the city.

This story will never be the same again.

How can Sobreg have so much power?

Sometimes the writer isn’t aware of the power

of some of the characters.

The writer thinks he dominates the character

but it’s the other way around

and slowly the story changes.

Characters like you.

Me?

You created yourself, Goat.

I don’t remember creating a dark, quiet

and bad-tempered character when I was five years old.

Bad-tempered?

I’m not saying you’re a bad character.

I think you’re a good one.

I’m not saying that because I invented you.

It’s just that you have no sense of humor.

You don’t joke around.

For example, if you were funnier,

readers would like you more.

That’s all I’m saying.

Dalia, I hope you never try to turn me into

a funny character or something like it,

just to please the reader.

I’d rather be me

And if the reader doesn’t like it

he can stop reading.

Goat, I wouldn’t change a thing about you.

You’re not only my character, you’re my friend.

The door to creation.

One in a thousand.

That’s how the end begins.

There’s the tower of 1000 doors.

It was just a figure of speech,

it really does have 1000 doors

or maybe more.

Isn’t that one of the... ?

If we keep turning we’ll crash!

I’ll stop them, you drive.

Easy, it’s like a joystick.

Was that meant to be a joke?

Don’t Goat!

At last we have the ruminant.

Let’s take him to the top.

Dalia.

I won’t be able to land this thing.

I have to...

I have to get out of here.

Without risk...

there’s no adventure.

Welcome!

So walking and flying

to be back where you started.

Ironic, isn’t it.

Open up!

Let’s avenge our sister.

Don’t let him escape!

I thought goats never fell.

We don’t have to fight.

You just have to open the door of creation for me.

I know you’re afraid of me

but it will all be over soon!

You don’t decide when this story finishes!

Besides, I’m not afraid of you anymore.

You just make me furious!

Yeah!

Now, all you have to do is to create.

I won’t do it.

Create.

OK, Madame She-Wolf. I’ll write

but please don’t hurt me, Madame She-Wolf.

A writer, writing, how surprising!

Exactly. You know what?

I tricked you.

I’m smarted than you.

What did you write?

You’ll see.

You’ll see.

You’ll see!

It didn’t work, again.

Let me read it.

Is that what you wrote?

That my sword breaks?

It can’t be true!

It’s not possible!

Shall I go on writing?

You will go on writing.

What are you doing here, librarian?

You’ll write what I order you to.

My watch!

You lied to me.

You said the way out was behind Sobreg’s throne.

That’s true.

You have little time to get there.

You just have to open the door of creation for us.

Now writer, write!

That’s not how it works.

You can’t force me.

I’ll only write when I want to or feel I have something to say.

This...

Isn’t one of those moments.

You won’t be able to fly down without wings.

You won’t be able to fly down without wings.

Well then, lend me yours.

Let me go!

Sister, help me!

It’s mine.

Very well.

Now we’re all here

and you both are at a disadvantage.

The typical moment before the end.

Everything seems to be against the heroes

-but then-- -Heroes?

Haven’t you understood?

You’re not the heroine of this story.

If you take another step I’ll rip this page.

Maybe you’re in it.

Goat!

You know what will happen if the page rips.

What if you’re on that page?

What will happen then, owl?

No, goat!

I’m still here, Dalia.

Oh, no. Sister!

Now you’ll write and open the door of creation.

Or I’ll rip more pages.

-I’ll write. -You don’t have to. We can fight.

No, Goat. Fighting is useless.

We must go into the tower.

Going in is the only way to get out.

Good, let’s all meet the powerful Sobreg.

I think I could...

Is Sobreg that powerful?

That’s how the Librarian described him.

But on second thoughts...

At last, the door of creation!

There’s not just one path for creation.

Here we go.

Where the others are?

Is this Sobreg?

A statue?

Who created such a disappointing character?

-You? -No, it wasn’t me. I never could.

I thought I lacked the power.

A power I’d obtain killing the human

who inspired my character

but it didn’t work.

I was never able to create.

Everything I promised was a lie,

even Sobreg.

I knew you were a liar, owl

but Sobreg does exist?

She created it.

In a few lines on paper.

She managed what I never could.

You created all this forest?

I think so

But I still don’t understand it.

All I wrote was for the door to creation to open.

I was here.

The books brought me when we were in the library

but there was only darkness there.

The books always knew it.

It’s all connected, Goat!

I want to make a deal with the writer.

A disappointing ending.

The great, dangerous Sobreg, is just a boring statue.

I’ve no one to fight with.

Where’s the danger?

If she disappears, no one will finish this story

and we’ll disappear too!

Suddenly she’s our only salvation.

Here she is!

Just in time to write my ending.

You may not like the end I have in mind, She-Wolf.

I’ll like it, I bet I’m in it.

Sobreg is alive!

Stay here with your monster.

She created it!

I what? You told me Sobreg lived in the tower!

That he was evil, wicked and very powerful.

You tricked me, Librarian

just like you tricked my father.

I shouldn’t have included him in my text.

Let me go.

Let me get back to my library.

The door!

Go to the door and back to your world.

I’ll distract him, Dalia.

No, Goat. He’s too powerful.

Is he your most powerful character?

No, of course not.

Perfect.

You have something I want.

I told you he was very powerful.

I had to try.

I think you were looking for this.

Why are you giving me my dad’s book now

after trying to take it from me?

This is not your story.

You had to find your own path.

Besides, if you go through that door

you’ll be saved.

But I bet you can write something clever

that will save us all.

That tactic won’t work, She-Wolf.

My mother used it 100s of times but...

You! You’re...

All the characters have a baring in someone.

What can I write to save you all?

You just have to write your ideas and words.

Can you please?

We need both hands to fight.

You just need one to write.

Thank you.

You can do it, Dalia.

Careful!

That’s not fair!

I can only write half a line, one line was hard enough.

We’re counting on you, creator.

You’ll never make it.

The owl is getting away!

Not again.

This isn’t possible!

Why are you doing this to me.

My library, I’ll be safe here.

A wonderful adversary.

I can’t write the ending, I lost the magic paper!

What?

You need more than strength to win a battle.

Goat, I lost the magic paper.

Do you really think It’s magical?

It’s just a piece of paper.

You’re the creator not the paper.

You’re the writer, you must just write.

I see a lot of space where to write.

At last a worthy fight.

It doesn’t work.

Why!

The paper was magical or...

someone has to read it for it to work.

How interesting.

This always happens.

I lost it again.

Dad!

Where did I leave it?

Dad.

This is yours.

My watch! I thought I’d lost it.

Dad, you must write the ending.

Time’s running out.

-Dali! -Dad!

You brave girl.

I knew you’d be able to go through this.

He seems invincible.

My favorite character!

Creator.

This character isn’t mine.

It’s time for you to go home.

No!

I won’t go without you.

I’m sorry Dali, for all those words I wrote

but was never able to say.

Now it’s time for you to go home.

Can’t we go home together?

I am home. I live here, in my worlds.

Every door I open takes me to another story.

What more could a writer ask for?

Goat, please take her home.

Don’t forget our deal.

My sisters and I are counting on you.

It wasn’t so bad, was it?

Never forget I love you, Dalia.

I love you too, dad.

Take care of it. now it’s yours.

Thank you, Goat.

She’ll be fine.

I know.

It’s time to finish this story.

As you say, Creator.

Where are we?

It looks like...

the country house.

This is your world.

Yes, the real world.

It’s as real as mine.

But I’d like to see this one without filters.

I knew it. You have my father’s eyes.

The real world is too bright.

You have no watch, you mustn’t be here!

Don’t disappear, please.

I’ll never disappear If you don’t forget me.

How could I forget you?

You’re a part of me.

You’re my character, you’re my friend.

Write and I’ll live we’ll all live.

Will you write?

Yes, I promise.

Dalia!

Mum?

I can’t believe you’re here.

Mummy!

Who was here with you?

When I arrived I saw someone.

No.

Sure you don’t want to see the inside?

I’m not surprised.

You’re just like your father.

I know.

How come you haven’t vanished?

Your dad didn’t stop until he bought that house.

But he never got to know it.

I never came either but I couldn’t sell it.

It was very special for him.

We each had a key

And the other day when those...

when those men got into the house.

The one with the wolf mask, handed me the second key,

your dad’s key!

She told me to come here to get you.

That’s why I came.

It’s all very strange.

The main thing is That you’re OK.

You were a she-wolf not a wolf.

FIVE YEARS LATER

THE RED BOOK

What’s the matter, Dali?

I thought they’d be back if I wrote the book.

I thought they’d be alive again

but that’s not what I feel.

I could feel it as I was writing

but now...

Just give it time.

Each thing in its own time.

Now we must get home,

To prepare the pancakes before the guests arrive.

-Guests? -It was worth a try.

Won’t you ever invite anyone for your birthday?

Well, my boyfriend may come today.

What?

Yesterday I read another chapter, I liked it.

He has a strange weapon.

He beats his cane against the floor

and turns it into a hammer

as if he were a goat and shepherd too.

Have you read it?

I didn’t get there yet.

I like the She-Wolf.

She’s classy with her two swords.

The power of the reader.

Were you waiting for me?

Yes. This belongs to you.

Thank you.

Don’t let them take hold of this story!

THE END