Code Lyoko: To Rise With The Phoenix

By. Tate Icasa

Pawn

The Passage Of Time

I was once called The Pawn, and I was once called Aelita. Both by my mother, The Player, The Puppetmaster.

I was created as her child, as was the creature I was told to battle. The day came when my enemy, The Puppet, my brother, came to join us in our Rise. Humanity is to Rise from the ashes. From it's own ashes.

Ashes it has created.

With all its technology, it still comes down to land and money. And weapons.

Nuclear weapons.

And the last Fall of the human race.

We are all that's left.

We six Humans, and the Protecter, The Puppet.

"Momma!" The child calls and I turn. Yes, my child. The human child created on Lyoko.

We have to, to Seed the human race. It is our purpose.

We are Breeders.

"066 is beating 043 up again!"

Yes, our children are numbered. The number begining with zero's are my and Jeremie's children.

The number begining with one's are Yumi and Ulrichs.

The number begining with two's are Sissi and Odds.

The number begining with three's are mixed breed.

The number begining with four's are their children.

And so on.

We number in the hundred-thousands now.

I pick the child up and begin to walk. 066 has always been a problematic child. Humanities flaws were not bred out of that one.

"066!" I yell.

"Momma!" He steps away from the girl.

"Why were you beating on 043?" I ask.

"She called me a name." The child pouts.

"What did she call you?" I inquire.

"I called him Simon." 043 said. "I gave the others names too. 023 is Laura, and 092 is June, and 037 is Robert, and-" I hold up my hand. "And I'm Violet."

I smiled faintly.

"066, 043 wasn't calling you a name. She was giving you an Earth-name, like the ones We have."

"Like you?"

"That's right."

"Momma."

It's been 400 years.

Nuclear winter lasts a long time.

"What is it, Simon?"

He smiles at the nickname, it is a tribute to Violet, who fell into the void last decade.

"9363625 thinks she's found a way to get ourselves to Earth. Er, to Lyorth?"

I nod. Lyorth, that's the name my mother, the Ultimate Phoenix, gave to the thawing world. The world we couldn't, hadn't been able to, reach.

"What's her honorific?"

"Jilllian. Jilllian with three 'ells'."

"Alright then. Tell Jilllian with three ells that she has whoever she needs."