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    Road Thought long and hard. If he was somehow able to narrate the Narrator, he could get them out of this chaotic scene. Of course they had the power to get back into this mess they created, but everyone had a choice. But...he WAS the Narrator of his own story, which meant the Narrator needed to narrate the Narrator. This was the key. Each Narrator could Narrate themselves, but they couldn't entirely narrate someone else's story completely...there was free will involved. So even if he narrated himself out of the story...no one could ever bring him back. They could live in a world of monsters and mindless narrations, each Strand being governed by a Stranded within. Or they could give up the most powerful source of control they'd ever had. The power to Narrate. And in that small, single moment, Road knew what he needed to do. He knelt and closed his eyes, reaching out to his surroundings one last time. He breathed in deeply, letting a wave of peace wash over him. It's time, his conscience echoed in his mind. Time to leave. He let the memories of his life fill his soul. The days of laughter, the days of darkness, every little moment flashed before him. The Darkest Light began to shine from his chest, glowing brighter than ever until Road's body was illuminated with pure white. He began to rise, lifting off the ground and hovering several feet above it. He shed a single tear as he looked around at his fellow soldiers. Xeno, Ghanderflaffle, Star, Lunamor, Dr Dapper. They all had different paths to take, but he had found his at last. ... "Aww STARS I forgot to drink the rest of my t-" Then Roadwalker, Shadow Wind of Yesterday, Relinquished Control.
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    Well, he started to sing, but then his head actually burst, creating the common phrase, "bursting into song".
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    All this talk of food made Roadwalker reeeeeaaaally hungry, so he held a meat-and-grate.
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    "Aaaaaah Major the Monobrow, you're timing is impeccable" Dr. Ketchup cackled evilly.
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    The Swift fans just weren't swift enough. HEEEEEY Imma back!
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    Only in extreme cases though. Fortunately, Adolin was always stocked up on Charmin. Buying toiletries could be a pain in the butt for royalty.
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    Currently, Roadwalker is only watching one side of the story: the enemy's point of view.
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    I know but that's what it looks like from Road's perspective... White. Black. White. Black. It surrounded him, enveloped him, became him. Blinding splinters of it hung in the air about him, ever shifting and changing in their shapes and sizes. Then in the instant it appeared, the Darkest Light left him. What's happening? he thought. Road turned and spotted a monster running towards him. He quickly summoned Whistle, but just as the sword began to form the strangest thing occurred. The monster ran right through him. Road cringed and fell backwards startled; the monster hadn't even seemed to notice him. It just kept on galloping towards the fight. Road took a moment to collect his Thoughts. Nothing felt off or out of place, he felt fine, his scar still roped its way across his shoulder, Whistle still came when he called it... So what was wrong? Then it dawned on him. He had become a Strand in the Thread. This is the answer, he understood now. Control. We could be killing ourselves on purpose. He couldn't see any fellow Narrators around. In fact, it seemed as if the monsters were fighting the very air in front of them. Where have I gone? Can't I slow down this mad journey I'm on? He summoned his mug and gulped down the tea inside thirstily. He stopped. He looked down at his mug. Did he narrate himself to drink that tea at that particular moment? All of this was planned by himself without him even knowing what was going to happen. Has it always been like this? he wondered. His head hurt from finding all this out. Road was frightened. Could he will himself to be killed? Would he? He was still a Narrator, yet part of this epic tale, a character dictating his actions and words, his very Thoughts. He was Narrating himself. Could he feasibly narrate the Narrator?
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    Cause everyone knows, the best moments of wisdom and knowledge always came from being in the shade.
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    Road quickly emptied the tube, his hands shaking. He held up the grain of sand and concentrated. As his eyes closed, a mental wave came crashing against his consciousness. He fought to stand firm, but the overwhelming force of the wall pushing his mind was so heavy. This was the hardest thing he'd ever attempted. He could feel the life of the thread pouring into the speck of sand, all the complicated emotions and thoughts. He used the Connection's energy to hold the wave back. His mental entity entered the sand's Void. Instantly he regained awareness of his surroundings. Road snapped his eyes open and looked around. Astral and Xino had vanished. "Astral?!" he cried, running to where they had stood just seconds ago. There was no sign of them anywhere. "Xino?!" His scar began to pulse violently, sending freezing hot waves across his body. Road looked down at himself. His hand began to glow, then up his arm, slowly across his entire body until he outshone the sun above him. He began to lift off the ground several feet, growing ever brighter. The piercing glare fragmented across the battlefield like broken shards of glass refracting light. And then Narrator Roadwalker was gone in the blink of an eye. The grain of sand fell to the ground and was lost among the tall field grass.
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    Road gaped. It's him.
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    And words slowly scrolling down towards the audience, instead of up and away.
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    Road backtracked. "I know I know it sounds crazy, but HE had the box where it was."
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    "We should use something void of feeling to hold our emotions, then we can use that to defeat theirs. What do we have that can't feel anythi-" Road stopped short. He felt at his pouch; it was still there. He quickly undid the flap and pulled out the small tube he'd found, the grain of sand still sitting at the bottom. It dawned on him. This is small enough to escape their notice, yet effective enough to wield our powers against them. "We can use this," Road said to Astral, hope sounding in his voice.
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    Road cocked his head and looked up. "It could work," he said uneasily at first, then softer with determination. "It could work." This could actually work...we could win...
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    *Riiiiiiiide intooooooooooo the danger zone*
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    "We could will them away, but whose to say we won't bring them back in the future? They could pop up in another thread, perhaps even this one again. No, we must allow them to exist, but we don't have to let them win. What can we contain them with?"
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    Mirrors were frightened of Ghanderflaffle. She once broke one and gave it 7 years bad luck.
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    Road turned to Astral, desperation in his icy blue eyes. "But how? If the Narrators cannot stop their own Narrations, what good are we? These monsters have become our worst selves; if we can't defeat our own demons, how can we expect to defeat them?" Road sagged against a large rock, exhausted.
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    Chew he wondered, lost in thought. Chew.
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    Road bent down and picked Whistle blade off the ground, dismissing it and reaching his mind out to the surrounding evil. A Narrator was not the only one to help create these beings, he thought. He expanded his view. To his surprise, there were several different kinds of emotions present. Pain, pleasure, doubt... Plot Twist: ...the same things driving each Narrator to fight. Star had lost Marsh. Xino created the monsters for his enjoyment. Road wasn't sure this war could even end. The monsters were feeding off their energy, their emotions...them. Shocked at the realization, Road noticed Astral running towards him in the distance. He had to tell her now.
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    Uncle Brandy ate the ghandermap, as he thought it was a different map to another city. He toasted it over the fire until it was a light golden brown crisp, set it on his dinner plate, cut it up with a fork and knife, and munched on it thoughtfully. "Chew on your words before you spit them out." he said to himself. He quickly wrote this down as his proverb for the day, happy he'd come up with yet another helpful phrase.
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    Road ducked under it and banked left, noticing a scale missing from its hind leg. He jumped and stabbed the monster in the soft spot, agitating it and causing it to turn and roar at him. Road winced at the sound and pulled himself up, grabbing the monster's scales and using them as a ladder to climb on its back. Road quickly inspected the black scaly armor. Impenetrable, he thought, bringing his sword down on it with a whistle and clang. It did nothing. A little higher up its back, a plate lifted slightly on one end as the fiery monster turned, exposing a layer of unprotected skin. Road saw his chance and ran up the armor. He slid Whistle underneath, stabbing its shoulder and prying the scale off. The monster reared and grabbed Road from behind, throwing him over its head and giving him a terrifying bellow. Road flew in the air and fell with a thud. His leg hit hard, forcing the Sentipede barbs deeper in his flesh. He grunted, the wind knocked out of him. Whistle fell a short ways away from him. He rolled to his side, his left arm bruised and his nose bleeding. He spit blood on the ground and pushed himself back on his feet. He watched as the monster took a swipe at Xino and missed. Xino still seemed off about something. The worry in his eyes wasn't coming from the monster. If Xino created you, why aren't you dead yet? Road wondered. He watched him score a blow on the monster's horn, but that only made it angrier. There's something strange going on here...
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