We have followed the character a long way now, we have feared his dangerous exploits, we felt his joyous and sad moments together, defended them during the trial, cried with them at their times of sombre difficulty for we too felt their pain. We even fell into the wells when he was being thrown down.
This is the true gain of narratives. We continually walk with the character, and a part of you becomes the character themselves.
When you are halfway through the story then a kid suddenly interrupts saying hey how did it end, if they have given up following? Then the story teller replies, “Just be patient a little longer we are not there yet, or do you want us to begin at the end?”
