Life or Death (Part of The School Saga)
Claire and Shiloh are in more trouble than they could ever have imagined. Life-or-death situations lurk around every corner, and it's impossible to tell who will come out alive, and who will come out on top. They are living in a world where losing one fight could mean losing everything.
An Ending For Us
I took a deep breath outside. I looked at the trees in Shiloh's backyard, and I knew that if I walked through them, I would eventually get to where the School had once stood. I smiled. I'd go back there one day, and I would help bring it back. And this school would be for anyone; Lore, Akar, or hybrid. Someday it would come about. I turned around and walked back inside.
As we sat at home, after an exhausting day, with all of the children tucked in and fast asleep, it was time to review everything that had happened for our ending. I knew that that was what this moment was. Because there was nothing more to do with that story of our lives of running, hiding, training, fighting, and stealing cars except for writing it down.
Shiloh had decided on the way home that that was a great idea, privately of course, and so we decided that was what we would do; write down what had happened. Shiloh currently had the pad of paper, and was scribbling down and crossing out different words. She seemed to be thinking of where to start. Finally she gave up and set the paper down. I smiled. We'd finish it soon.
"So, I guess, after ten years, it's all finally over?" Shiloh asked.
I shook my head. "Shiloh, it's never going to be completely over. There are still some Others that are living. We can always hope that there isn't another event worth noting that involves them for a while, but there will always be some Others that think we are terrible people. There will always be a few of the Lore and Akar that despise each other, and the hybrids as well. There will always be people who wish evil to us; but we can hope that none of those wishes come true. We ought to just continue living, and not get sidetracked by those thoughts."
Everyone was silent for a moment. Then Kevin leaned back and yawned.
"So, we've set a record for most people disintegrated without fainting, had a few emotional breakdowns, and vanquished evil all in one day. What do you want to do now?" he asked.
"I don't know about you guys," I said, "but I just want a cinnamon bun."