That Don’t Impress Me Much : Part 89

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Wordcount: 361 words
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Summary: In which a choice is demanded.

NOTE: This is the first draft of a story, so it will most likely contain plot holes, retcons, and other inconsistencies. I’ll come back and fix things once the story (or arc) is complete!

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But Why?

“It was a bet, of course, we did not tell them that.” The cat raven said. “We told them it was a new world with a fresh clean slate and that they could do anything they wanted. But we already knew what they wanted, we’d chosen them specifically for that.”

“So we brought two ships to two different parts of the island, let them grow up, expand, build up their societies. But when they finally met, they did not clash. They ignored each other.”

“Which is when we started the bonding. forcing them to coexist through their younger years to make sure when they were building their own opinions of the world that they’d get both. They were supposed to choose one or the other. Supposed to settle which society was superior.”

“But they did not.”

“So we brought a little trouble into the mix. Put them up against dangers and hardships meant to bring the conflict to the surface, let it fight out to see which was better. But they did not.”

“We’re tired of this, we’re tired of you not caring enough to choose, so we chose for you. Brought in something that will let only one of you survive and set you lose to defend yourself.”

“So we told them where you were and spun up stories of what you’d done.”

“I needed you, needed that power we thought we’d bred out of you in order to keep that charade alive. Without you to fight back they would have stopped, would have realized that the fairy tale monsters they were fighting did not exist.”

“But every time we gave you a choice, which society to defend, which to Dave, you did not choose.”

“The war is over and we still don’t have our answer.”

“So choose.”

“Choose which one of you deserves to survive, because we’re tired of this game and we’re tired of waiting.”

“But we won the war.”

“You won, so choose.”

“I don’t want anyone else to die!”

“Too late, now choose.”

“You can’t make me!”

“Oh yes we can, we can kill them all slowly until you choose.”

“Half of them will die anyways.”



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