A/N: Hey! Decided to try writing a story because I read so many... This is what I imagine happening after Nevermore. Hope you enjoy!
- Trina
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Max's P.O.V.
I sighed, was I ever going to see them again? I wasn't sure. As I looked out at the miles and miles of water ahead of me, I saw no possible chance of being able to save the survivors trapped in the caves below the waves.
"You okay?" I didn't even hear him as Fang crept up beside me, sitting down next to me.
"Yeah, just thinking of ways to help all the survivors." I took his hand in mine and leaned into his warmth.
"Angel said that she was mind-talking to Dr. Martinez about just that. She was telling me about all the things that they had down there, its like they knew what was coming, Max," I looked him in the eyes, those black-as-obsidian eyes that seemed to look into your soul, "They're alive, all three of them."
"Thank the Lord! I bet that they are so worried. Gazzy probably had a panic attack when he saw that Angel wasn't down with them," I was so relieved, my flock was all alive!
"Nudge is probably sad about the lack of fashion magazines," Fang joked with a smirk.
"Iggy is probably just fine as long as Ella is with him," It still kinda irked me that one of the boys that I grew up with was dating my half-sister.
"We should probably go inside, before Angel kills Dylan."
"Yeah."
With that we both stood up, stretched out our wings, and took off in the direction of the tree houses.
A/N: Yes, it is really short. I'm just starting out on my FanFiction journey, so ya. If you liked it, drop a review! If you didn't, drop one anyways!
Gotta go do stuff,
Trina.