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third part of story.
i awaken. no, i am made.
i am given a story.
a friend.
i am given hope.
but she left me without a name.
she runs off, leaving the book leaning against the wall.

days pass. and i just sit there with hope and the flower she drew.
but i cant wait for long.
i am restless for an old woman.

i talk with hope for the last time. she gives me three silver leaves. one for me, and one for the girl. and one for an unpredicted plot twist. there so we can remember her in the darkness.
but theres more to given levels than that. we hold so much power in them because hope didn't lose them to lack of sun or the wind or anything. she gave them. trees aren't exactly generous with their power.
hang them around my neck.
i turn to leave, but before i do, hope reaches out and takes my age. its so i can run, because i will need to run in the maze.

i'm so terribly lost. thats the point of the maze. but i do not just run aimlessly. i need to find the beginning.

the maze changes when you aren't looking. i see it change, but that is because i am part of the maze. i am part of the wall. i only have so long that i can do this though. when we get to the begging , i will have to become a person.

i found the beginning sealed off. but i dont know how to unseal it. i know now is the time.
first i create i hiding space, and then i leave the wall.

i open the door way
and there it is. the beginning.
i hide and wait for her to find it.

she does, and she heads down. im about to follow, when the plot twist comes rung by. following her. he follows her down
and i come out of hiding. i start climbing down, and soon i reach the bottom.

and i miss hope.

i just cam out with this. tell me if i should keep it

Epilogue

There were many things down there that we faced. The darkness was over whelming.
But we made it through because we had each other.
And when the leave’s time came, we had no use of their power.
They were the reminder. They told us of the light. Of hope.
Hope was more than just a tree drawn on a wall.
Hope was the light all along.
In the final battle we remembered her. And that is how the war was won.
But not at the cost of two lives. I am alone again.
I bury their bodies with the leaves.
And the real hope grew. A beautiful white tree growing in the darkness.
And so their pain was worth it. In the end.

The world was reformed. The maze was destroyed. The heavens and cities and underworld were united.
The spark in the oppressed woman lit. And she burned so brightly.
The artist can now see light.
And I know I will not be alone for long.

So much time has passed since then. so many things have happened. people have died as they always will. I am dieing too.
Soon the only remainder of this story will be hope.
For she grows still.

I like it, it explains a few things