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The monkeys... They came to me in a dream last night. Again. They told me, in that freaky monkey-talk of theirs, that they were my friends. They wanted to help me, to show me unimaginable things, to help me see my full potential. I told them, like I do night after night, like I have ever since that day the statues gave me the Power, that I wouldn't do it. I couldn't. When I use the Power, it's like I have no control, like an animal's been unleashed. When I use it, I can only hope I use it well.
I don't want to be like Monkey Fist- he used the power, and he used it to its fullest extent. And look at him now. Immobile granite, following the Path of the Yono to its horrible end. Even before that, he had become a monster, mad with power. Not holding back, destroying everything and everyone in his crazed quest to become the Monkey King. If that's my full potential, I don't want it.
I explained to the monkeys, told them to go away. They left, but they'll be back tonight.
They always are.
Some nights I wake up in a cold sweat, needing to know that everything's okay, that I haven't followed in Monkey Fist's bloody footsteps. I call Kim for reassurance. She puts up with me, but she's annoyed. Some nights she'll just hang up. You really can't blame her; no girl would want their boyfriend to call them at 3 A.M. because he's having nightmares. That's all they are, she tells me. Nightmares. Dreams, and nothing more.
But I know better. I know the monkeys are telling me that someday, I'll have to give up. That someday, I'll lose my internal struggle and use my Mystical Monkey Power. That someday, I'll have to embrace my destiny.
And deep down, I know they're right.