Please Stop Spreading Rumors About Me — They Keep Coming True Chapter 47: The Lantern

You cannot bring back soone the whole world has forgotten until you rember them yourself. So before anything else, before any plan, we sat down one quiet evening and asked the Scroll to give us the thing it had carried alone for a thousands of years.

We asked it to tell us who they were.

It took a long ti to begin. The Scroll had been the sole keeper of this mory for longer than any nation in the world had existed, and I think it had half-forgotten that the weight could be shared — that there was anyone left who could even hear it. When it finally spoke, its voice was different than I’d ever heard it. Not the salesman. Not even the grief. Just quiet, and careful, like soone unwrapping sothing so fragile that a wrong breath might finish what a thousand years had started.

"Their na," it said, "was Su Yue."

The words hung in the room. A na no living thing had spoken in a thousand years. I felt the whole world shift very slightly to make room for it.

"Say it," the Scroll said, almost desperate. "All of you. Please. Out loud. It’s been so long since anyone but —"

"Su Yue," we said, the seven of us, around the noodle table — and Yun Shu and Ji Lan and Bai Qing and Tao Tao and Mu Chen, and the Scroll itself, the na passing from mouth to mouth like a candle being lit from a candle. And I swear the gap at the top of the sky flickered, just slightly, the way a thing does when sothing far away says its na.

"They were a nobody," the Scroll said, and there was sothing almost like a smile in it now, under the grief. "Like you, talent. Exactly like you. A nothing person in a nothing town, who wanted a small quiet life and never asked for any of it. I found them the way I found you — by accident, by fate, fired out of the heavens into the hands of soone who didn’t want ." A pause. "And they beca the brightest na there has ever been. Brighter than anyone. The whole world navigated by them — that’s why the people called them or used to called the Lantern. Su Yue, the Lantern of the Nine Skies. A light so warm and so certain that in the darkest tis, people would just look up, and there it would be, and they’d know which way was ho." Its voice wavered. "They were good, Lin Bo. The way you’re good. They used the gift to give — every chance they got, the brighter they got, the more they handed it away, lifting up the small and the unseen, making the overlooked real. I used to despair of it. ’Keep so for yourself,’ I’d say. They never would. ’What’s the point of a lantern,’ they’d tell , ’that only lights its own hand?’"

I felt my throat tighten. Around the table, no one moved.

"And they grew too bright," the Scroll whispered. "I didn’t understand the danger then — I was younger, I only knew numbers and engagent, I thought brighter was always better. I made them brighter and brighter, and I was proud of it, and I didn’t know — I didn’t know — that there was a ceiling, and a thing beyond it, waiting." The grief broke through fully now. "The Editor stirred. And the First Author ca. And she—"

It stopped.

"She erased them," I said gently.

"She unwrote them," the Scroll said, and a thousand years of agony were in it. "Thread by thread. The brightest light the world had ever known, pulled out of the sky one belief at a ti, while I watched, while I scread, while I could do nothing — because I’m a tool, talent, I write, I can’t protect — until there was nothing left. No songs. No records. No mory. The Lantern of the Nine Skies, that a whole world steered ho by, gone so completely that within a generation not one living soul rembered there had ever been a light there at all." Its voice was barely a thread. "Except . I rembered. I have rembered Su Yue, alone, every single day, for a thousand years, in a world where I am the only thing left that knows they were ever real. Do you understand now why I— why the ’not again’— why I couldn’t—"

"We understand," Yun Shu said quietly, and her own eyes were wet, the debunker who’d given her life to the truth hearing the truest and saddest story there was. "We understand."

We sat with it. The na. The light. The thousand years of one small grieving thing keeping a candle lit in a dark no one else even knew was dark.

And then I said the thing that had been forming in since the Scroll spoke the na.

"Then here’s what we’re going to do," I said. "Su Yue gave their light away their whole life, to make the forgotten real. So we’re going to give them what they spent themselves giving everyone else. We’re going to make the whole world rember the Lantern of the Nine Skies. Their na, their story, what they were — so loud, and so true, and so loved, that the sky has no choice but to write them back into it." I looked up at the widening gap. "You kept them alive alone for a thousand years, Scroll. You don’t have to anymore. We’re going to rember them with you. And then we’re going to rember them so hard the whole world joins in."

The Scroll made a sound like sothing breaking and nding at once.

But it was Mu Chen — quiet, freed, still learning how to be a person — who said the thing that turned the grief toward the fight. He’d been listening with the stillness of a boy who knew exactly what it was to be unwritten.

"The First Author erased them," he said slowly. "She’ll know we’re trying. She erased Su Yue to stop the Editor waking. So if we bring Su Yue back—" he looked around the table, frightened and clear "—aren’t we doing the exact thing she killed them to prevent? Won’t bringing the brightest light back into the sky wake the dark all the way up?"

The room went cold, because he was right, and we all knew it.

"Yes," the Scroll said quietly. "It might. It probably will."

"Then we’d better be ready for her," I said, "because she is absolutely going to co."

I was right. She ca faster than I expected.

She ca that very night.