Epilogue
I am home or, more precisely, where my home used to be. On the shores of Avalon, I was here long before they called me, before the Fairimentals needed me. Long ago…or right now, I was searching for Mother Neerie, the Avalon Water Spirit. I used to come here a lot you know, hoping to find her again, the one who had raised me when my parents died. As well as Father Paytah the Fire Spirit, Aunt Eratie (ear a tie) the Earth Spirit, and Uncle Omawnakw (or Oma for short), the Air Spirit. Each of them showed me things in their own lands and only I can reach the four points of Avalon's Gates.
But suddenly, one day they disappeared, without a trace. I wasted days away looking for them. I can't blame them really; they can't stay in one place for long, since the gates move. But they could have at least left a message… right? I used to wake up in cold sweats after dreaming they were in terrible danger by some dark threatening creature. But that's all in the past now, it doesn't matter. As I walk along the calm shore, the water sliding peacefully back and forth, the wind blowing gently against my hair, I am surprised to see my footprints in the sand. I'm starting to feel like a ghost myself. What else is a creature that has walked the worlds for four years, four years only she remembers?
Zach doesn't remember me. Nor do the Fairimentals. They don't need me now. If they don't need me, they won't search for me, so they will never find me. Adriane, Kara and Emily are their selves again. They don't remember me really. All they know is I'm a girl, who knows about the magic and shows up occasionally. Even Gran doesn't recognize me, though it's all for the best. I suppose I should be bitter or angry but I only feel…well, I don't know how I feel really. I guess this is a lesson to all of us. Things change, people grow, they move away, but no one can change you. The Mages let the Sorceress, Spider Witch and Snake Man change them. They let themselves believe what they were told, they tried to forget. They DID forget. But you can never forget, not truly. Only move on to somewhere else. The key is to know when you're moving on, or running away.
Astra turned to look out on the water as the sun dipped low, dyeing the ocean pinkish-orange. What An artist's dream! A soft wind blew her hair off her shoulders, and her jewel glinted in the waning sunlight. Like a star ready to rise.
There
is always hope, you just have to find it and believe in it.
I am
Astrella.
I was raised by Elementals.
And I am a Multi Mage.
Writer's note: Please tell me what you think? And if you REALLY liked it, what about a sequel? Have you any suggestions for it? Or is it too awful? I hope not!