AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thank you for joining me for this ride. A friendly reminder, I do not own Mad Max but am simply playing 'doll' with the characters. The story and my characters Utsaah and the Child, and the Goddess Miras and its tribes are my own. As mentioned before, I'll be editing the chapters in the future, and wanted to get these chapters out to you as is so that the story is completed and I don't leave you hanging. Please be kind and leave a review and let me know what you think. Reviews are what feed lowly fanfiction writers :) Thanks!

CHAPTER 11

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Furiosa looked at the redheaded young woman sitting next to her. She knew Capable well and that she was a stubborn woman, and knew that the only way for her to fully allow her to realize that she had to move on was to take her on the excursion she requested. And here they were, traveling once more with a group of Scavenger War Boys towards the canyons where not too long ago the rig explosion took the lives of Immortan Joe and Capable's beloved.

Furiosa knew that it was futile to remind Capable that afer the event of that explosion, days after she took reign as the new ruler of the Citadel, that a band of War Boys and herself returned there to look for the bodies and see what remained from the fight. The nearby tribe of the canyons left the bodies of the dead there—at least those that were not burned to crisped—intact and only took with them the wheels and metal remains from the vehicles and the rig. She doesn't tell Capable that everyone found the bodies of the dead War Boys, except hers, and that they found the crisped and burnt bodies of Immortan Joe along with his mask. It was almost unrecognizable, but the flames and the explosion pretty much obliterated them.

Furiosa wondered if Nux's body was burn to ash, like the bodies of some of those who were in the fight. She keeps her mouth shut because she doesn't want to ever tell Capable, because she no longer wanted to hear once more about her conviction that her War Boy was alive. She was already preparing herself for the emotional downfall that would befall capable once it hit her that the trip was for naught, and that her War Boy was in deed gone and dead.

So they sat there in silence, as Capable peered out into the barren wasteland. Her red hair flapping in the wind, her eyes searching the surrounding. They were half way close to the canyons, she knew, as she saw the surroundings change, and hills, mountains, and rocky stones began to cover the earth.

Capable was lost in her thoughts that it took her a moment to notice that the War Boys in front of them had slowed down their vehicles until they stopped. She turned to Furiosa who stopped their vehicle soon after, and was about to open her mouth to question what was going on before Furiosa spoke.

"Stay here," she said, "I'm going to check it out."

Capable watched as Furiosa turned off the vehicle and hopped out and walked towards the War Boys, some of whom were walking out of their vehicles. Capable peered out of the window, but could not see anything. She did notice that the War Boys were silent—something odd as often times they spoke their war calls, and banter, and readied themselves to fight when they encountered something in the desert. 'What could it be?' she thought, as she found hserlf drawn towards whatever it was that stopped them.

Against Furiosa's bidding, Capable opened the door and stepped out of the vehicle. The wind was stronger now, and the dust blew ever slightly. She covered her shawl with her head with the grey shall she carried, and covered her mouth with it slightly. She walked towards the scene before her, making her way from the behind the other vehicles and the War Boys who stood. Something in her tugged at her being, causing her to continue to walk on, until she was behind Furiosa who stood quiet herself, her brow furrowed as she turned to Capable and caught her eyes.

"Capable…" she whispered, "I-I don't know how…" Furiosa was lost at a words, and Capable ended their gaze and looked past her and saw what it was that caused the commotion. Her green eyes clashed with bright blue ones, as at first her body stayed still, as if time stopped.

"You return…" she whispered, and it was as if he heard her. Her War Boy stood in front of them, dressed and covered, almost unrecognizable in his clothing similar to those of the canyon tribes, except for his barren face, when he took off his hood. His skin was still light, yet had a flash of color that it did not have before, shis head still shaven, yet his face was smooth from the scars.

Capable found her body once more and began to walk towards him, as he to her, but was stopped by Furiosa. "Capable, you don't know if this is not a trick or—"

Capable released Furiosa's hold. "It's him. I know." She simply said as she went towards Nux and he to her.

Furiosa watched as they embraced, watched the tears from both their eyes as Capable touched his face and they kissed. She saw the solidness upon which the War Boy held her in his arms, embraced her. Odd how he had a strength about him, unfamiliar to how she remembered him.

"Has he…returned from Valhalla?" One of the War Boys whispered behind Furiosa as they all looked one at the anomaly and mystery before them.

The War Boys and Furiosa watched as the two embraced, speechless. Furiosa questioned her doubt of the Goddessed that were to look over them, and wondered if all a long Miss Gitty was not crazy at all, having spoken about the greater powers among them.

"Miracles," Miss Gitty had told Furiosa.

"Miracles," Furiosa turned to the War Boy, "This is a miracle."

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