DAY 7: Epilogue, AKA: The END
The next few days were hell... The first day after the search, I came back to my senses in Kayla's bed, back at the base. I was informed that they were able to save me just in time, but the bad news greatly outweighed the good. The first bad piece of news was that Kayla was far beyond rescue. Second piece turned out to be that when a squad of END soldiers came to reclaim my father, he died during the trip back, it seems that the darkspawn had him wired up to a specialized support system that the END had no idea about beforehand.
Both of their funerals were held on the same day. Seeing as it was on the day I awakened from my brief coma, I was in no condition nor mood to go. Instead, I took the time to grieve in privacy while everyone went to pay their respect. However there was still more bad news to be heard, Tess and Ryan were no where to be found, and to make matters worse, the flying machine was blown up the next day as according to plan. I could only hope that both of them had evacuated in time.
Will occasionally popped in each day, just to keep me company. On the first day of my awakening, he gave me a tattered notebook filled with loads of notes, saying that it was found in the giant flying machine and that it might hold some sort of interest to me. The cocoadile also claimed that he nor the others had peeked in it. I was in no shape to stress myself with reading it so I saved the notebook for another day. Once I had the strength to look into it, I found out that it was my father's journal...
The first few entries weren't all that interesting until it started mentioning Kayla. It was that moment I had to put the journal down and chew on what I've learned that day: Kayla was the darkspawn's project... Or the project's hosts to be more exact. I talked to Will and Phil about it the next day, both had no idea about the fact. After they left, I plunged back into the journal... The new contents inside dragged out my emotional side.
I was able to understand my father's depression as well as his disobedience to the darkspawn, I kept the information to myself, seeing as it was uncomfortable for me to talk about it. But that didn't mean I kept the journal hidden. Will looked at the journal whenever conversation had died. The cocoadile never got much out of it apparently.
The next day was the most mind blowing. Phil had came down to my room bearing a mallowolf child. He said he had found her in one of the GC's and no one had a clue about how she got there. The fudgehog suggested that I should take her in, adding that she would make a nice sister for Kain. However I was in no shape to take care of her, let alone Kain, so we placed her in the infirmary's care until I was able to look after them both myself. Though it would be a shame for the two to grow up without a mother-figure in their life.
Even with some of my questions answered, there were still others to figure out. I needed to confirm the lives of both Tess and Ryan as well as find out where the mallowolf pup came from. But for now, I needed my rest. I'd let the children visit me at least once a day, and boy did they get along. I had named the mallowolf after my mother for the pup's rambunctious behavior. Kayla and Kain seemed like the perfect siblings, I couldn't wait to see them grow up.