Hey, hey, hey, guess who's back? I am! With a new story that you readers will hopefully enjoy! (And hopefully it will win something! Ohno, wait, hang on, just joking. :D)
A/N: This story was not looked on by any of my betas. So the grammar and all...yeah, not as good as the other one. By the way, this is, my first entry for the Madrigal Prompt Challenges. Stay tuned for a hopeful two or three more. (I've written them down but I haven't posted them yet.) ;)
Summary: She made it. She was there. She was free. She finally felt happiness. She finally found peace. A real home. The light was her home.
Confession(s): It shall not be as good as my first. It shall looked rushed. It shall not be as good as my first.; ;)
Dedication: To Snow, because she guessed my alt first. And because she's so awesome like OHYEAH. :DDD
Disclaimer: The 39 Clues is not mine to own.
She was close.
She could see the light now. It shined brightly like a star. That special star she looked at last in the clear night sky the day she died.
Her last look at life was at the sky. Why couldn't it be down, on the ground? Why did she only look up when she was close to expiring? Why did other people do that as well? Why did she find peace only at the end?
So many questions, in so little time.
She died in that horrible raging fire, silently watched by people who probably feared and respected her. Amy Cahill, her brother Dan, and Alistair Oh.
Darkness. That's what dying was about, wasn't it? Life is like an on-and-off switch. It was on while you live, but someone just shuts it off and you die.
But wait, why was she hearing a voice? Was she hallucinating? Dead people don't hallucinate right?
No. Don't panic. It is un-Lucian like for you to do that, she was thinking.
Come here, mama. An angelic voice echoed around her. She smiled, not caring if it was still possible for her to do that. Sweet, innocent Nikolai. He would have been a good and proud Lucian.
She walked slowly to his voice. She's sure sees it, a small blinding light. Surely she wasn't dreaming? No, she had not dreamed about Nikolai in a while. In fact, she had not dreamed in the past few days.
About time I embrace the light. Living as an undercover spy has kept me in the dark too long.
She made it. She was there. She was free. She was with her precious Nikolai, hugging him once more after such a long time.
Irina Spasky entered the light, and she was welcomed.
She finally felt happiness. She finally found peace. A real home. The light was her home.
~В конце~
A/N: YAY. New story. Oh and that last phrase there, yeah the one that doesn't look English, that's Russian. TO GOOGLE TRANSLATE!xDDD
A/N pt.2: Review button, it's down there guys, just click and review! ;)