Code Lyoko: Puppetmaster
By. Tate Icasa
Part Two
Pawn
She is dying. I can feel her dying.
It is only natural, and yet it feels so cold. So final.
I will join her one day, now that I am made human. If I wasn't already.
I can feel The Puppet as well. It is frightened.
I hold no pity for it.
My friends, (the friends of a Pawn), do not understand that I have fallen ill not because of The Puppet but because of Her.
The Puppetmaster, The Player.
I know who she is, or I have a guess.
I will not reveal this guess to her. She will tell me when she is ready.
We are the same, the humans and I, now.
We will come to an end, and part with all that was dear.
She is slipping from my mind.
I hear her calling.
She will speak to them. She will.
And it is through my body that she will do so.
I relinquish control to her. My freedom will come at such a price.
She is unique. None have before done what she has.
None ever will, because the secret will die with her.
She will make sure of it.
