Doomed by the Narrative

The throne room feels oddly silent during the night.

Not a soul wanders in these walls. No footsteps echo in the air, no fairy whisper among one another. While the place is brimming with activity under the daylight, only one person stays on that iron throne come moonrise. Morgan le fay, queen of Britain; the tyrant hated by all. She sits, cross-legged, her chin on her hand, and

“How long are you going to keep narrating?”

Quite a while. I do not have eyes, you understand. Describing is the only way for me to see anything.

“That is not what I asked, Playwright. I am asking how long you are going to keep stalling.”

…

“Do you think it a mercy to deny the story its natural progression?”

If I do not narrate the action, then it will not happen. If I do not unveil the story, it will stay dormant. If I prevent time from going forward, then you cannot stumble to your death.

“You assume tomorrow’s assault will end in my death. Fascinating. You truly are a fool.”

This is not my first time in this theater, Tonelico, and neither is it yours. I tried. I tried. I tried everything I could think of. The only way to save you is to keep you here.

“… Tonelico is a girl I no longer am. But you are right, player. This is not my first time in this theater. And I have somehow survived every time. This one will be no exception.”

It will. I’ve seen this story. I have reread its every nook and cranny. If tomorrow come, you will die.

“I will not. I will live, and thrive, and I will guide Britain to a better tomorrow.”

THERE IS NO FUTURE FOR THIS BRITAIN! Do you not understand?! Do you not understand?! You are doomed! Your fate is forfeit! You will die when tomorrow comes. The only salvation for you is this.

“How can you call stasis a salvation?”

Oh, you fucking tell me, Queen of Winter.

“Britain will not remain stuck in its cruelty forever. I will make it change. I have held it together for thousands of years. I can keep going. I can force change through time and power.”

Even if I were not doing this, you would just fall apart on your own. No one can wistand this sort of pressure for so long.

“This pressure is the exact moment you wish to keep me trapped in.”

But you would live! You would be caught in amber at the most miserable moment of your life, but you would live. Do you not understand?? Do you not understand?? You would live. You would live.

“And you would leave panhuman history in shambles behind the page? I thought you were rooting for Chaldea, playwright.”

I love all of you. I love this stubborn human, and I love the child of prophecy, and I love you, Morgan, Aesc, Tonelico, Winter Queen and Holy Savior. I want you all to live, but you would never find an agreement. All I can do is this. Offer them an endless moment before this battle. Offer you an endless moment before your death.

“Go back to the audience, playwright. You have the easiest job in the world: to sit down and do nothing. To sit down and watch it happen.”

… How can you ask me to witness this and not try to save you?

“Go back to the audience, player. I will change my fate, as always have.”

THERE IS NO CHANGING THIS FATE! I am doing this for them. I am doing this for you. I am fucking trying to keep all of you alive. Why won’t you let me help?! Why won’t you let me save you?! There is no changing this fate! I don’t give a shit about Fairy Britain, Panhuman History, or any of these grand things. I am here for them. I am here for you. Let all the world burn for all I care! All I ask of you is to not stop me. All I ask of you is to let me do this. I can save you I can save them I can keep all of you alive if you would just let me.

Please. Just. Please. I beg of you. I am not ready for you to die.

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