The Narrator's Story [part 2 of the tale of an Evolutionist]

11- Grandmaster

One of the readers came up to me and whispered a brilliant idea in my head. I smiled, "looks like the readers have come to a conclusion!" I snapped my fingers and everything went quiet before chaos broke out. The team Narrator and team author were now brutally stabbing each other everywhere, team unaffected was caught right in between the battle. I whistled for my Lama to come. It slowly came walking towards me, I jumped on its back to get a better view of the battle. Most of the Hermits were already dead, there were only three left standing, Doc, Grian, and Xisuma. The three leaders of the groups, coincidence? No of course not, I don't do coincidences. When these three die the author and narrator will be left powerless. The unaffected will have to watch their only hope of independence die right in front of them.

They really thought I couldn't control them, I mean it was hard to get a hold of their halos but I got there eventually. Back to the battle, Doc and Grian were still glaring at each other as if they were the worst enemies of all times, Xisuma had just given up, he realized there was no hope in saving it. The rest of the Hermits were dead, as the last blow Grian and Doc simultaneously stabbed each other leaving only Xisuma left. He looked over the destroyed shopping district before taking out his sword and ramming it straight through his chest.

That was it, the battle was done. The author and narrator left the land for good, powerless. Now it was only I, the readers the unaffected, and my Lama. I turned to the unaffected. They were quite tall and wore mostly white with a hood drooped over their faces. I walked towards them smiling, I looked up straight into the face of the main one, the one that started of the unaffected group. I said, "You've lost everything, your hope of freedom is gone. Half of your crew died in the battle, there is nothing left for you." I stretched out a hand, "how about you join me?" I heard some gasps in the crowd.

Joining me would mean I had won. But I basically already had, the leader hesitantly shook my hand. A light erupted from my hand turning the unaffected into poppies. I picked them up and let them go in the wind. "I guess this is your freedom, it might not be what you expected but this is your freedom." I walked back to my Lama, jumped on its back, and faded away walking to the last destination before the end of this chapter in the story.