Code Lyoko: To Rise With The Phoenix

By. Tate Icasa

Pawn

And The World Turns On

As my mother said, the secret of the Phoenix is lost, but the Originals live. We call ourselves that, even though now no one believes in our existance, and we are ridiculed for calling ourselves so.

We have become a myth, as it must have been in the past.

But the human race lives on.

We watch them, the Six of us and The Puppet.

My mother would be proud of us, I believe.

The Puppet agrees with me.

And this new Human Race interests him.

And the world turns on.

The secret of the Phoenix is lost, and the Originals are dying one my one.

Tonight we sang a song over Sissi's body, and the night before over Odd's.

The deaths are listed in newspapers as average people, as we have tried to fit in.

We know better, of course, this is the way it will be.

We will all die, all of us, and the Old Human race will die.

The New Humans, the Last Stage of existance, the Phoenix's last Rise, will live on.

And we will be happy for them.

And the world turns on.

I am the last of the Originals, and I am not yet dying.

I have something else to do still, though I am not sure what.

The Puppet and I spent time together. And I learn that he was never evil, should never have been my enemy.

Mother was selfish, the Player, the Puppetmast.

She held all the strings, and now I hold them in her place.

She did not want to let them go. She was selfish.

And I understand now.

And the world turns on.

I am dying now, The Puppet watching over me.

I am wondering how the New Human Race will fare without us.

But it will be alright.

The Puppet will not die. He will survive. And he will guide them in my place.

I know this very well. He has told me, and I trust him.

And now I draw my last breath, close my eyes, die.

And the world turns on.