And then the world blew up, and everyone died.

Sophie folded her arms. "Xino!" she chided. "What was that for?"

Xino gave a snort and continued walking. 

"You know," Sophie called, hands on her hip. "I think I've finally figured you out."

That caused Xino to pause. He turned around, one eyebrow raised. "Oh?"

"You're jealous," she said with satisfaction. "Jealous of the stories that the rest of us create. Because you know you could never, in a million years create stories as good as them. So instead you go around ruining other people's stories, to make you feel better about yourself."

Xino's eyebrow did not falter. "Oh, really?"

Sophie nodded decisively. "Really. I mean, you tell everyone you can Narrate better than they can, but when's the last time you actually tried? Oh; that's right. Never. You just..." She trailed off as Xino's expression because thunderous. "...uh..."

"You are a child," spat Xino. "that thinks she is wise." He leaned in. "You know nothing." Sophie flinched involuntarily, taking a step back. "You think to judge me?" The blue sparks in his eyes were ablaze with furious azure light. Sophie stood, unable to speak, unable to breathe, transfixed by terror as she stared into the eyes of a Narrator enraged.

And then, all of a sudden, the fire died. Xino slumped, then turned and walked away. Sophie waited until he was a few paces gone until she felt like she could breathe again. She said no more to her fellow Narrator as he departed.

As soon as he was out of sight, Sophie's terror flared into anger. "Who does he think he is!" she muttered to herself, turning back to the planet Xino had blown up and beginning to Narrate things back into place. "It's as if he's the only one that matters!" she said to the moon, furiously replacing oceans and trees. "Inconsiderate," she said, replacing the cities, "childish, stupid. So there!"