As I flew home from Unleashed today I began to think about the end of this challenge. I am beginning to feel like I wont exist without it.
“…and so you can begin your journey home,” says the King. “Thankyou for saving our grey city.”
The knight stands up and went to saddle her horse.
“Hey,” says the knight, “you there, telling the story.”
I look around my empty room then back at my computer screen. My characters usually didn’t speak to me like this.
“What happens to me at the end?” she asks.
“Huh” I reply.
“What happens to me when you stop writing? Do I stop existing?”
“I guess so,” I say.
“Well I don’t want to,” she says. “You’ll have to keep writing. It doesn’t have to be much, just occasionally write a sentence or two about me relaxing on a beach somewhere. As long as you keep me alive.”
I think about this. She had a fair point.
“Deal” I say.
She bows low to show her gratitude.
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