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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