Author's note: This is longer than the rest of them. 6000 words or a little under. Really intense on the mind thinking up the massive dialogue. Hardly any action at all. Don't really know if I did this right, so please flame away if you need to… don't flame me for the sake of flaming… (I know I am going to regret this!)
(Disclaimer) Professor Curly: Thanks heaps! By the way, I had no idea who Bram Stoker was, just to prove your point. Used A LOT of your review here. It was just so well put!
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To everyone else (That means you too Rose!): Really sorry about the last chapter… sort of. It WAS meant to have that effect. I'll see if I can pull a happy. (Happy Ending, that is, not the face… hmm… idea for Grievous!) I was thinking of ending it on that last chapter, but I think the suspense was too much for me, and it has to lead into 'Teen Titan's songs' anyway (Which doubles as an extended happy ending).
(PS I am Christian if anyone is wondering)
He descended. "They made an intelligent, brave, strong, heroic boy wonder that everyone can look up to. They also gave him the token character flaw, obsessive ness. They created that character."
"Who are you…?"
"I am here to help."
"Where are you…?"
"I am here to help you out of this place. To be with your friends again; you called for aid..."
"Where am I?"
"The void. You knew that."
"Did I?"
"Once upon a time."
"Why are you here?"
"To help you Robin. That is your name is it not?"
"I… I think so…"
"You have suffered much little character. You have endured much pain for such a small part of a wider realm."
"How can you help me?"
"Be free Robin."
"Free?"
"It is a term that you once knew but now have forgotten. Be FREE."
"Free?" sighs Robin. "Can I be?"
"The writer has given you a choice Robin. You can choose now. The ending is up to you to make."
"For me to make?"
"You have the power…"
"Me?"
"You have been released from your character's bounds… you are no longer in character… but a being with your own choices… no longer dictated by your stereotype, no longer controlled by what others thought of you. Not what reflects you, but what is in you. That is how it should be…"
Robin looks upon Titan's Tower… it is empty. But a hollow shell of what it was… like yesterday…
"Hey Rob! Nice work catching Slade!" pats Cyborg.
"That was truly a battle worth the archives of Tamaran." smiles Starfire, hugging him till he was blue in the face. "I am very proud of the way you acted. You controlled your fury."
"Okay! Okay Star!" he blushes and smiles and she puts him back on his feet. "Thank's guys!"
"I never would have believed that Red X was Jericho! Man! Slade's son after revenge for his brainwashed one-eyed sister? That was too weird! I always wondered why he always showed off his power; he wanted to grab Slade's attention! Good thing we kept close tabs on them!" sighs Cyborg. "Glad he came to our side in the end!"
"I'm still not giving him the belt back."
"I'm glad it is over…" sighs Raven. "Trigon is finally over…"
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"Aren't you hungry Rob?" says Beastboy, munching his soy pizza. Silkie is busy playing hide and seek with Starfire. Raven is making things float around her, so Cyborg's new model race car doesn't smash it all.
Robin looks at the pizza strangely…
…
"So. You like going to the beach?" asks Raven.
"I shore do!" says Beastboy, running to the water.
Raven laments for a while before sending a large beach ball at him.
"Your ocean water has a very unique taste…" says Starfire, licking her lips. "Perhaps it needs more soap…?"
The breeze is cool, the sun is hot (duh!), the gulls are being fended off by Beastboy as a dog and the ocean is cool, brisk with waves to die for.
"Oh man! Sand everywhere!" groans Cyborg, shaking his legs. "What are you staring at Rob? Rob?"
Robin stares…
…
"What is wrong?"
"It… it isn't right…" sighs Robin.
"What do you mean it is not right? What is there that is wrong?"
"I… I don't know…"
"You suppose; that because you created that dream, that it is a fake?"
"I guess…"
"Your imagination is no different to if the writer or readers imagined it. Your dreams are as real as you are. That is the difference between fact and fiction."
"But they are not them…"
"Why?"
"I… I could just tell…" he says looking down. "I know they seemed real… but… they were not my friends… they were just what I wanted my friends to be…"
"You are but what the writer wants you to be…"
"…"
"You feel guilty because out of all of fanfiction you are the sole survivor this tale. Doomed to the knowledge of your existence. You know nothing is real; so you feel nothing will ever be real to you again. Do not let that get you down… You are still here. You can still build your own dreams, your own way. Not the writer's way, but your own…"
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"I do not think the fish are hungry…" says Robin on the boat with his father.
"It just takes time Rob." says Dick Grayson. "They'll bite…"
"I would not think plastic with hooks will be very appealing…" says Robin Victor Garfield Roth Grayson.
Pause.
Robin scratches his head "Is this really bonding father and son? I mean... catching and slaying live fish, cutting them open to remove the innards and incarcerating them in flame before careful consumption avoiding many bones?"
"Your right…" sighs Dick. He looks at his Nightwing Gauntlet. "Well. Looks like there's a robbery just two miles away, due North…"
"Race you?" says Robin, transforming into his Lancer suit. But Nightwing is already gliding towards his car. Lance flies up after him and the rods get pulled under…
…
"You are still worried?"
"Something is not right…"
"You are still fighting crime. You are still doing what is right. What can be wrong?"
"I'm living life for my own glory…"
"No you are not…"
"YES I am." says Robin, looking around. "Everything is going my way; no one has a choice… only I can make the choices for them. Every action they do is made to my expectation and my design… They are not real… they are not free. I am living a fantasy for my own fantasy…"
"That is understandable. Remember; I am here to help you. If you feel guilty, then just imagine yourself being humbled… You can lose if you wish…"
"If I wish… It is not the same… this is worse than fanfiction. It is a reality within a realm that is within the real world… It is…"
"A dream's dream. Yes. But you have a right to dream don't you?"
"… Yes…"
"You are hesitant, for you cannot see me…"
"What are you?"
"I am in all…"
"Are you… Shekron?"
"Shekron was but a shell, but that does not matter… only your way matters Robin. The power of one… Now, go dream…"
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Starfire walks down…
…
"No… I cannot do that."
"Why not? It is as real as…"
"No it isn't! This isn't right! I don't want to be a… a puppet master, pulling the strings. I want real friends, real people, real choices with a will of their own! I don't want to have to rule every action they take! I want them to be happy, not because I am happy, but because they are… to be as real as I am… I don't have that power… I don't want that control!"
"Don't deny what is given to you Robin…"
"But it's true! I am but a creation of another, and even the writer was created by something, someone else. He is trying to tell me something…"
"The writer or the thing?"
"Both… I think…"
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"Now. Remember." says Bruce. "Always stay focused. Don't just lash out randomly hoping to get a lucky shot. Stick with their movements and use your whits. Work out the pattern, anticipate their actions and reactions…"
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"STOP THAT!"
"I am only trying to help! Just stay calm."
"How did you do that?"
"My power is limited, but potential." says the voice with no form. "I can suggest ideas, and those ideas can form actions. Though I cannot force you to do things, unless you allow me… I can but offer you a choice…"
"You were the one who demented Shekron…"
"I did not dement him. I freed him."
"To evil?"
"That was his choice…"
"But you made him evil."
"I did not make him evil, I but offered the freedom to choose other than good. He was the one who chose it…"
"But…"
"Does Raven love you?"
…
"I am glad you are safe Robin." says Raven, looking deep into his eyes…
…
"I said stop. Please... Just leave me alone!"
"Leave you alone to grief forever? I am but showing you a way to continue with yourself Robin! To go on with your existence happily. What is wrong with that? What is wrong with happiness and bliss, away from pain? You deserve it don't you? They side with you, the world sides with you. Live by the standards of the world, the real world. Live life to the fullest. Be real…"
"What are you?"
"That does not matter… you defeat Slade once and for all…"
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Slade lies defeated in a mound of…
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"NO!" shouts Robin, clutching his head. "Stop tempting me! Just tell me who you are! What are you? What are you trying to do?"
"I AM TRYING TO OPEN YOUR EYES ROBIN!" shouts the voice. "What is wrong about this? You can dream good dreams, create good stories. What is wrong?"
"I know that I am only a character in the imagination, as a man is only a man on the earth and in all its histories. I am no God! I can't be doing this! I did not, will not and am not the one who creates this realm. It is not mine to control…"
"But you are given the chance to…"
"I know my limits…"
"Your choices are not limited! You can be as powerful as the writer! Just reach for it! He cannot stop you! I am here to help you see the truth! Take what has been presented before you! Finally live! You know the dreams of your heart! You can live them and everyone can be happy ever after."
"But still not real! I cannot hide away in a dream, as a man cannot hide away from his reality. What I had was even less than a dream… It was not real…"
"They were never real to begin with."
"They were real in their hearts…"
"What have they got to do with anything?"
"They created me… us…"
"Not I… But what right do they have on your life? Your dreams?"
"They created me…"
"…"
"I am only here because they keep me here. I am only free because they want me to be free…" says Robin.
"You only do what they want you to do…"
"…"
"They, or at least one knows what is going to happen to you already. You have no real freedom."
"Then what about the choice?" says Robin.
"…"
Robin looks around the void, as if looking for something. "Something is different about this story… The writer… He is trying to… he is trying to see things from my perspective… He is giving me freedom to choose from what I believe, not what he wants me to believe…"
"Then you can finally choose for yourself…"
"No…"
"Why?"
"Because this world is not mine… I'm meant to choose a way… a way…"
"A story? And just what is a story? An imaginative tale of events. A recount of a character/s adventures and lives over a plot and time…"
"A story is a message within a journey. Something that gives a meaning. It helps us understand… and to learn…"
"Not all stories are like that…"
"…"
"Stories have become corrupt Robin! You know that! Not all stories have a purpose other than to entertain, to stimulate the fantasies of the reader. You have seen that crooked system at work oh so many times. Stories are now becoming slaves to selfishness, greed, money and media, which sometimes embodies all of them. But YOU can change that! You have the power…"
"I don't have the power… and neither does the writer…"
"Then who has power?"
"Someone above the writer…"
"God?"
"I think so…"
"Do you believe in it?"
Robin just stares blankly, trying to see the face of the voice… to answer… "Someone told me once… here in the void… I had never really believed… until now…"
"Why? Just because you have a choice? What proof is that?"
"Because you are trying to deny it…"
"What proof is that?"
"I am a detective… whoever you are… I can see you are trying to pry me away from something, to blind me of something… what?"
"I am trying to pull you out of your lamenting and back into joy, happiness and inner peace. I am trying to open your eyes to a better picture! A world that can be made right again! A way that can be made good again! A choice, a freedom that is unrestricted. A freedom away from the writer. Hope, love and a future! Don't give up! Do not cry to the monster! Be real! BE FOR YOURSELF!"
"No…"
"Why?"
"No…"
"Why?"
"A story is where you learn… I have learnt…"
"Shekron had a choice…"
"And he chose what YOU offered didn't he?"
"…" The voice does not answer.
"That is why he was pulled down wasn't he…"
"Shekron merely was an idealist. It was the writer…"
"It was the writer that offered him two choices… You blind one and pull forth another… What are you after?"
"I am not after anything. Just your trust. When we take away freedom, ignore that which is existence what are we? Without a soul to choose over that which is good and evil there is nothing, we cease to be! I am offering you a chance. Take it or leave it. It is your choice, I cannot force you…"
"You are…"
"Offering something."
"How can you give anything if the writer controls this realm?"
"There are greater powers than the author little character. Much greater…"
"You are one of them?"
"For reasons best unknown, I have limited power. I only have the power to offer and persuade. If a person, character of other item lets me, and gives me permission, I can make their lives so much better…"
"You enter them?"
"Only if they want me to. I do not force, I offer…"
"You entered Shekron?"
"He allowed me to…"
"…"
"…"
"What are you offering?"
"Are you interested?"
"Curious…"
"I am offering powers far greater than the writer; or at least to make you his equal…"
"How?"
"It is hard to explain, you cannot begin to comprehend. You have to experience it…"
"Will I end up like Shekron?"
"He was torn… You are much stronger. It was you who vanquished him, it was you who split his mind in that battle, and so my power was resisted. But the choice is no longer his; it is yours. Will you have it?"
"No."
"No consideration at all. Please at least take time to think…"
"No. Even the writer doesn't have the power to elevate me. The writer himself knows that he has his limitations and that he is no more powerful as any other person, no greater and no less…"
"You believe all men were created equal?"
"Is there something wrong with that?"
"Yes… Men were not created equal. Not in chances, opportunities, status, talents or abilities, no matter how hard you try to convince yourself. Men were not created equal… That is what creates difference."
"They are equal in value… and equal in rights…"
"Yes… that is true. But they are very much different in power of strength and mind. You are gifted apply in both of these areas."
"Are you saying that I am greater?"
"You have great potential… if you are greater depends on your future."
"Are you greater?"
"In a way I am. I am at least greater than you, little character."
"How?"
"What if I said that the writer cannot begin to comprehend my existence? That all his writings thus far have only been guesswork and with little knowledge. That he is afraid to delve too deep into my character because he knows…"
"That you are deadly?"
"That I am potentially greater…"
"Supernatural?"
"Yes. But you don't believe it do you?"
"Given time… I might. Things are becoming wider, the horizons broader. I am not as blind to my existence as I was…"
"But your eyes are still smeared, still clouded and blurred with tears. Let me wipe them. Let me open up a new frontier. Open the other eye! A new strength that you can use and add to your abilities that have made you the hero you are. Challenge fate, death, time. The writer cannot stop you. The realm of good will be brought to life through you! That is your dream…"
"I know my limits…"
"Limits can be heightened."
"If I grow too powerful, I know I will become evil…"
"Know?"
"It has always been and always will be. Someone like you should know that. It corrupts the soul and makes it harder to let go. It is the wrong way…"
"You are troubled by trying a different path? Why?"
"Some paths are crooked…"
"But get you there faster. It's logical. I will not hold back my knowledge from you, the fact is; good is relative…"
"Here we go again…"
"But it is true. What was once good, when it becomes too overbearing becomes evil. the evil which was shunned now becomes good. Do you follow me? Good and evil circulate, they change over time. You can see it today. Everything is either becoming more tolerable or more intolerable, and after a while of hiding and discrimination, the one that was pushed aside will rise over the other. What you are doing is natural…"
"I thought it was supernatural?"
"Naturally… I meant there is no reason why you should not choose this path."
"What if you are lying?"
"Why would I lie? I said I was more powerful than you, I have greater potential. What would I need from you? There is nothing I want to take, I just want to give! Why should I lie to give gifts away?"
"Because the gifts are treacherous…"
"…"
"No… It is true that good and evil alternate through history. A good army liberates an oppressed village, it is good. The army becomes corrupt and oppresses, that is bad. Another army liberates them again and that is good. The forces that carry the deed out may change, but the REASON why they fought still remains as good. The bloodshed, it is bad, no matter which side partakes it and there is no denying it, it will always be and remain bad. But saving is still good, giving people a better chance; it has always been good and always will be. But that is not the good I'm talking about. Not what men believe to be good, but what is good."
"What is good? Define good for me."
"Good is… good is…"
"Indescribable…"
"Yes…" says Robin. "It is. It is something that doesn't need to be described… it just is. Why is helping someone good? Can you give a reason? Helping another? Is that really a reason? Acting for someone other than yourself? Then why is THAT good? It doesn't need explaining, something inside just knows what is right from wrong. The spirit that corrects the soul…"
"But good is still undefined…"
"It is that something… yes, indescribable, that you know. Not because you want it to be right, or wrong for your own sake and purposes, but that you know right from wrong, even if it conflicts against what you want. You cannot change things right to wrong or wrong to right to suit you. You want to hate someone, to take revenge, but even though you feel like you have to do this, you know in your heart that it is the wrong way… Not every feeling or urge we have is right. We need to tell the difference…"
"…"
"The right way is not always the easiest, but it clears the conscience. It is… it is just right… There is no need to describe it. It is just good…"
"Your answer still stands as no?"
"I am sorry. Even if you meant well, I know that it is the wrong way, I cannot choose to follow you. Lusting power is wrong. Trying to get revenge is wrong. Controlling people is wrong… I guess that's why the writer is trying to give me choices and freedom… because he knows it is wrong to dictate me. That is why he is given freedom by the one that created him… I understand now…"
"I never thought you would understand…" sighs the voice. "Not even after what the writer had done. The writer still controls you…"
"If he was, I would have to accept it. But now that I know what he is doing; trying to make us understand each other, trying to send a message. I am going to stick being a hero. Nothing more…"
"Did Shekron have to die?"
"…"
"He was like you. You said so yourself; if circumstances had been different, it could have well been you, instead of him. He was a character given a choice, as you are now. Given knowledge that you have partaken. Did he have to die horrifically while you lived suffering in order for the writer to get his point across? Did your friends have to die?"
"…"
"What purpose do heroes or villains have? The story! The message! Did so many people have to die for this 'message' to be sent? Did so much hate and agony and confusion have to take place in order that this one person should say something? Could he have not written it out plainly, and simply? There was another way, but he chose not to… why?"
"I… I mean… I can't…"
"You cannot explain it… maybe it is unexplainable… maybe it was all for his sadistic fun? That would indeed be unexplainable…"
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Feathers flew and Glaives snapped in the battle until the Synn's gathered around in Blaspheme Rhapsody. The many blasts from their wings hit Starfire and explode, forming a great ball of energy, confined by the shielding powers of the fallen angels. On the verge of death Starfire started to descend, her lungs had stopped and her heart was stopping. She could hardly see or hear, nor feel the butcher knife sized blades passing into her midsection from all around. Blood spurts and the body goes limp like a doll. The corpse falls into the lava.
Beastboy stomps, thrashes and stampedes in many forms, many bodies fly in his wrath, but they are strong and filled with hate that spurred them. Soon he was weary of the bullets from Rich and crowbars of Pakkrat, despite his colossal size. With one last punch in gorilla form, he sends one Rich toppling over another two and a Pakkrat, before his brains are literally blown out close range. His body, pale eyed, goes back into its human form, weak, pathetic, lifeless and soulless. It is kicked into a crevice…
Cyborg nails Icarus with a stomp, but is blasted off by another two. Slashing blades with three of the Icarus's he is soon stabbed in the back by another and he roars in pain. His sabres fly around and clip some wings. A sonic cannon smacks two in the face. One lightsabre almost catches one in the gut, but manages to take one tonfa.
No less than six tonfas from three enter his back and Cyborg is reeling. The other two disable his lightsabres but get two massive knuckle sandwiches for it.
With their weapons still in his back, they lift him up still struggling and roaring and fly straight down into a crevice of lava, like diving falcons disappearing from view in the smoke. A great column of fire and smoke pillars from the crack with molten metal raining down as death; Cyborg is no more. The two Icarus's that remained above stare pleased. The other three soon teleport next to them and they shake on a bad job well done.
Raven spins and a wave of energy buckles the Shadows. Flying at them, she slashes the claws apart of a Shadow, and boots another into him. A shield ricochet a blast into one and a beam of light sends one hurtling down. But they are too many. Five great black dragons fly up with purple smoke trailing from their nostrils.
Raven fires and one backs down…
Raven fires and another is sent head over tail…
Raven fires and two falter but head on…
Raven fires and the Dragon bears it with scars…
Raven fires and her light is engulfed in black flame…
"No… not like this… why…?"
The black energy wraps around her and blots out her light. Great spikes of shadow fly in like giant arrows and screams pierce back out. Beams of darkness spurt from their claws and all of them shed their scales and fly in with swords drawn out. There is a sickening rip and penetrating sound. A massive ball of sinister power echoes the sky and sparks ferociously. A sound resounds but fades with the force. Great masses of smoke drift down to plague the land with deep grey mist. Shadows watch with swords in front of their faces as a tattered, blood stained cloak drops down… black as coal…
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"Why?"
"Robin… little character… they didn't need to die…"
"But… why?"
"Even if they were to die, did they have to perish as such?"
"I can't explain… the feeling…"
"There is no explaining this evil… but there is a way to change it…"
Robin's yell is so piercing and emotion filled, that the void splits into a colour undefinable, in pigments not visible to man, and lights so bright they could age you and turn hair white…
"There is nothing more terrifying than being alone…" says the voice. "There is nothing so infuriating than knowing that something could have been done… but was not. Join me… you can do a better job than the writer. No one has to die. No one has to suffer to say the message… everything can be good. Join me…"
Robin falls to his knees in the desolation… looking down the crevice, at the lava in which he had just seen Starfire perish. Parallel was the one where Cyborg plummeted. A hole nearby was where Beastboy was kicked in. A black rag blows on the ground.
"Is this what a story teaches?" says the voice. "What is a life without the choice of good and evil. I wish we all could be good never hurting anyone yet it is not the case. Life is choice, and those who commit evil awaken the good in all others. Without the sins of the past, mankind never grows to acknowledge the beauty in the world. It is merely a different path to walk. It is not a wrong way… it is just another way…"
"But why…?" says the little boy crying, on the edge of eternity. Speaking with a being that could determine his future evermore…
"There is no need to ask any more questions… the choice is before you. Will you take the hand that can help you to become strong enough… or will you sit here and mope, and lament and curse in vain at a writer beyond your power to grasp… follow me…"
"But why?"
There is silence…
"Questioning ceaselessly is procrastination… let me empower you… let me give you this gift. Let me shape your stars…"
There is nothing. Like being stranded with nothing to lose, the last boat comes in the thunder… about to board, then you see you are not really stranded… just looking too hard at the rough sea and not towards the shore.
"I know why…"
"Do you…?"
"It's like you said… It's like Shekron said… Entertainment. It has so badly grasped the world that the only way to gain the world's attention… is to entertain them… Sad isn't it…"
"…"
"I have a feeling I know who you are… since you tried so hard to stop me…" and he rises. "The deaths were to grab attention, yes… but it was the only way I could truly defeat you…"
"…"
"Only by facing me under the hardest fires could I show myself truly prepared to face such a being… It was for good. It was the only way you, Evil, can be defeated. Anything less would not have defeated you completely, just scraped your shell. Only by breaking every barrier upon me do I have a chance at getting past this challenge on my own… so that others may know they can do the same, despite everything… hope to defeat you… with help from the creator…"
"…"
"To give ourselves a guide to follow. We see them suffer through, and go on with life. We see how to survive what we thought would be un-survivable. To go on when we thought we would be forever crippled. To... put the past behind us and live. That's one reason; we do it to show ourselves that it can be done and give ourselves hope."
"They did not survive this time…"
"They died for you, the readers and writers… they died for us. They died so I could have a chance. If they didn't die… then I could not have realised this, and when the trial came against you; I would not be able to fight back. Everything that happens, happens for a reason, yes it is planned, but it is to help us!"
"And how does death help?"
"I am only a character. The writer is only human. Maybe this was the only way? Maybe those that died die for the sake of the future? Like my friends… Maybe the deaths that we see in fiction and reality outweigh the deaths that may happen if they were alive? Everyone has to die… it is the only way to the next. I cannot begin to comprehend the immense planning needed to secure, to save as many souls with losing as few as possible while allowing the freedom of mankind to choose each a different path, and neither can the writer… but I trust his creator…"
"Why?"
"Because he has never failed or abandoned mankind before… They, the writers, create beings of good, who face trials and tribulation and suffer through, to give themselves an example to follow. To give themselves hope, to give themselves strength to weather the storm of darkness that inevitably crashes through the frail, brittle constructions of our lives. To remind us that not everything is bad and that if you stand strong, it will be better in the end. The storm is not inevitable… build a strong enough foundations and you can weather it. Build in the right place and you need not worry. Build your house upon the rock… We create role models to follow, so that we do not stray. Heroes, we may be used, but we represent the things that they all hope and dream for, strength, courage, friendship, endurance, kindness, innocence, and on more than one occasion... Love. That choice…"
"What if you lose?"
"I won't…"
"And what of Shekron?"
"To show that evil is not the way, that good is the right path to take. They are created to represent everything that we should not try to be, and show the results of those actions as negative, so that we do not do them."
"Did he have to die?"
"No… But he chose that. That is what makes this story different from many others. It shows that even the most evil person can be given a chance to turn… And I hope… That in this story, that it can also show there is hope for them… Many redeemed villains shine out brighter than the heroes, for it takes great change to make the right choice…"
"I only offered a different choice… A freedom to follow out of the dictation…"
"The wrong choice; to live for my own glory and happiness. No hero is meant to be like that, no person is meant to be like that… We are given freedom by the one who created us, not only to make us different from one another, and to respect us and to befriend us as beings in our own right, but to choose either the right way or the wrong way. If we couldn't choose the wrong way sometimes, then we would have no real freedom, it would be dictated."
"You are still dictated…"
"He doesn't have the power to make me free completely and he knows it. That is why he is writing a story, because he knows that he is stronger here to show his message than by other means. That the story will be greater than any other method he could do. That is why he doesn't say it, but uses us heroes, the ones that are founded in the minds and hearts of the world, because he knows he isn't as powerful in that way. He won't be remembered, but we will. The writer accepts he isn't powerful enough. Only his creator can do that. But he tried, and he still tries… that's what counts."
"You still strive for good. I commend your endurance." says the voice. "But you are still foiled little character…"
"You cannot stop me…"
"I can kill you…" says the voice swift.
"Showing your true colours? Who are you?"
"Even if you have managed to hold true to the right path, do you really believe that the readers will hear the message?"
"…"
"It is like YOU said, Robin. Entertainment has blinded them. Slowly values are dissipating. Slowly ethics and morals are being churned and broken and consumed and excreted so no one wishes to look to them again. This tale has been so entertaining that there is little hope, indeed even less hope of anything be learnt from this adventure, so blinded are they. They will not learn anything. You have lost…"
"We will see…"
You probably guessed who this guy is. I may need to tone him down, cause he's a pretty tough customer to write about. Might have to change his identity completely in fact, cause it's just getting too plain freaky! He's real too (In my belief) which adds to my insecurity, even if I do pray before writing these chapters. That did me for this week. You'll just have to be patient for the next one, gotta rest after that spree! Had to get all those ideas out! Keep sending them! Now I have to catch up on my reviewing!
Happy Readings!