Prettyinpinkgal: Final chapter! Although there will be an epilogue after this, kind of going into detail about the title of this fanfic. Thank you for reading. I hope you have found this little narrative faithful to what Sara might have thought.

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HUSH

They were herded into the tower. Sara felt panic sprout up within her, but she quelled it with the thought that she was not alone right now, and she was not the worst off.

What was needed now was not worry, but attention for Sis's injury.

It did not matter that they were now slaves.

All that mattered was that they were alive for now, and for now the cruelty would subside a little.

After all, Shu's words might have some truth to them.

Staying faithfully by Sis's side, Sara looked up when the injured woman she tried to talk.

"There's something I want to tell you," whispered Sis.

"I told you, don't talk!" demanded Sara, more unease settling in as she thought of how Sis's words sounded like the last sentences of a dying woman.

"It's about the baby," Sis stated with nearly-lifeless eyes.

Having forgotten all about the life she was carrying, Sara did not speak.

"You can hate the guy who did this to you...if you want to. Curse the world, too, if you have to."

Sara's eyes widened more and more, as memories of terrifying nights threatened to break the barrier she had put up to block them out. However, she looked down as Sara's large hand moved slightly, stroking Sara's stomach, stroking the child. Completely and absolutely, Sara for once felt like a woman carrying a child. There really is an unborn child inside of me.

"One thing, though," Sis continued. "Don't hold it against the baby." And the stroking stopped. "No child comes into this world...wanting to be rejected...by its mother."

And she fell silent.

Slowly, Sara looked up at the face who had saved her in the desert, and saved her psychologically. Not wanting to believe the lifeless eyes, the stilled breaths, Sara softly called Sis's name. Trembling hands pressed Sis's closer to her, to her baby. Stiffled tears dripped down.

Yet another cruelty of this harsh world.


The tower was dropping, as was the power of King Hamdo of Hellywood.

The children had managed to get out, as had all the survivors of Zaribars. The kids surrounded the one mother-figure they had, weeping over her once-indestructible body. The youngest did not understand, and merely clung to Sara, wondering where the real Sis had gone.

Sara watched the scene with a broken heart, but not a broken spirit. If one good thing had happened to her throughout her stay in this forsaken world, it was that she was stronger. She had Sis and Shu to thank for that.

"Let's go," she finally said, abandoning Sis's body now that she knew for certain that the woman's spirit was elsewhere.

More and more parts broke off of Hellywood as she hurried the children along. Finally, they had to stop, and she pressed the children closer to her, telling them they would be just fine.

She glanced up and saw two huddled forms in Hellywood uniforms. They were so small. "You two! Come here!"

They came, looking at her almost with repentence.

Water quickly filled the halls of Hellywood, and Sara tried to safely guide the children across the raging currents. She was proud of the children. They had learned from Sis and had taken it upon themselves to guide the Hellywood boys and aid them in any way possible. However, one particular piece of steel broke away. Sara managed to hold on, but one of the Hellywood boys had slid from her grasp. She cried out in horror as she watched him slide into the grasp of the water.

But the steel across the small river tilted as Kazam held on, the little boy in his arms. Slowly, he made his way over to Sara. He managed to hold him out to her, and, weakened though she was, Sara caught hold of the boy's uniform and pulled him up to safety.

She panted with exhaustion, relieved beyond belief. It was a miracle. Kazam was a miracle.

Kazam!

Worry coarsed through her as she sat up, but to no avail.

He was already gone, but not without atonement.


The barren world was made anew. Water shimmered everywhere, and it seemed no longer the hopeless planet Sara had been kidnapped to, but the hopeful, pleasant Earth she had once known.

"Are you sure you won't go back?" Shu asked her as they stood in admiration of Lala-Ru's work and in regret of her sacrifice.

"Yeah. I want to try living here for a while." She had changed too much, experienced too much cruelty, seen too much goodness in Shu and Sis, to go home to a world who would not believe her. To a world in which she did not belong, did not fit in. And... "I want to live here with these guys. You see, this baby is a product of myself and this world."

A pause. "Sara, you once told me I lied to you. Remember? But I still believe I was right! No matter where you are, whatever adversities you face, as long as you've got your life, something good is bound to happen! Something so totally awesome to make up for all the bad stuff. Yeah, it could get pretty tough in the meantime. I don't know quite how to put it, but...you know...uh...Well, there you have it!"

Sara only smiled at him, her eyes telling him, "I know. I will believe you."


It was sad to see him go. But the transfer mechanism was working, and so she would believe that one day they would meet again.

Maybe she could introduce them to her baby.

Maybe one day they would see Lala-Ru again.

So many maybes.

Because as long as your alive...

Abelia stood, resigned. It was evident she expected to die. But Sara put a hand on one of the guns, lowering it. Abelia, the one who had drug her over to this world, looked at her in amazement. Sara only smiled.

She was going to try smiling for a while, as opposed to tears.

And so it had begun.

Their lives.

Their future.

Their hope.