We Can Fall Into The Night Unscarred

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Author's Note: I'm warning you, do not read this if you haven't read the 12th book. I have this weird obsession with Steve and was deeply afftected by the ending of the last book. It wasn't healthy, so, withencouragement from my friend, I wrote this, because, it's how I think it should have ended, and it makes me feel better. So, enjoy, lovelies, and remember to leave me a review, even if it's to tell me I'm a weirdo for having an obsession with Steve!

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The lake of souls is pure torture. I have no idea how long I've been here. I rethink my life. I play a little game of what if. What if I had just let Steve kill me? I suppose I would still be here. What if it had been me who died that night instead of Mr. Crepsley? What would be happening now with the War of Scars? What if Steve and I had never gone to the Cirque du Freak? What if Steve didn't have bad blood? What if I had never been blooded?

I scolded myself. It was silly to play what if at this point. I was dead. Steve was dead. Somehow our destiny had been changed. Well, not for the better. As I said, the Lake of Souls is a place of torture. Misery. Agony. How could our father do this to us?

I can't believe everything he had told Steve and I right before we died. Poor Steve. He shouldn't have had to hear that- of all things- in his last moments. Desmond Tiny is, in fact, lucky that I'm not alive at the moment to seriously hurt him.

I could kill him for what he did to Steve. Sure, Steve had been trying to kill me, but he had been my best friend. Not to mention my brother.

My thoughts drifted to Debbie. I hoped she was okay. And Darius and Annie. Had they heard? Had Annie taken it especially hard? I never should have gone to see her again.

Suddenly, I had this strange feeling. A feeling of wholeness. Of having a body. I was pulled out of the lake to face Evanna.

"Hello, Darren," she said.

"Evanna! How...what's going on?" I asked. "How is this possible? I died. I'm dead."

"Easy now," Evanna said. "There is much you don't understand. But come. Father will explain everything."

"Father," I said. Suddenly, I wanted to jump right back into the lake. "I don't want to see him again! Ever! Not after what he did to Steve. Don't you understand? Steve never hada father, and once he did, he turned out to be an ass!"

"Darren," Evanna said. "there...there is no easy way around this. I understand how you feel. Trust me, I do. Steve was my brother-half brother- as well. But if we don't do as our gather wishes...he created us, he can destroy us as well. Darren, it's a life or death situation."

I laughed. "I hate to be the bringer of bad news, but I already am dead. I don't think even our father can make me die a second time."

"Don't be so sure," Evanna said. With that, she lead me through a tunnel. All too soon, we found the man I had been dreading ever seeing again.

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Author's Note: Well, that's chapter one. Chapter two will be up soon, I promise. I have it written, I just don't have time at the moment to type it up. Review? Please?