Code Lyoko: Of Pawns And Puppets
By. Tate Icasa
Part Two: Pawn
Through me she watches them.
She enjoys that, yet she pretends she does not.
But I know the truth, because I am her. I am an extension of her mind. Her naivette, her innocence, her respect and admiration for the human race.
I am the embodiment of her love.
Sometimes, I want to tell them. What I am, and what the enemy is. What we are shadows of.
She doesn't let me, of course, and I don't blame her. This is the way it is meant to be.
I will never, can never be free of her.
But it's alright. It is as it should be.
We are the same, The Puppet and I, though I can never tell them that. We both are connected through her, though we are opposite.
We have no will of our own, only the illusion of one. Yet it is enough to fool the human race.
I pity them. The humans.
But I admire them as well. Look what they ahve done to their world, it is beautiful.
I am molded, rather she is molded by the Earth, as she observes.
And she is amused by their false sacrifices and their moral code that won't let them kill me.
I am not as amused as she is.
I am grateful.
The human race is noble. Selft, yet noble, with laws to guide them.
They are controlled by their own pride.
Foolish pride, she calls it, yet it has kept them alive.
It is not so foolish.
Or perhaps I am foolish as well.
