William had contacted the family that Chris had passed away. he didn't tell the whole truth, based about how the family hated the brothers' decision of creature adventuring.

Carolyn watched from far away, how upset the family groaned. She saw Aviva had walked away unnoticed. She watched the girl fall to the ground and start to cry out her heart. She wondered where Chris was and if he was seeing this.

Aviva stood up and went into the park and stood on the bridge. Her tears fell into the water below. Chris was with her when Martin found him. She recalled all thsoe times together. It was a short time, yet a memorable time.

Martin came up and said, "Are you okay?"

"No..."

Martin sighed, "I know you're still upset. But we need to move on."

Aviva looked at him, "Yeah... Move out."

"What?"

"I bear to live in Maine, or the Tortuga... Too many places here and there show our relationships."

"I know you and Chris started beautifully... and it ended beautifully."

"Don't tell me..."

Martin said, "Okay..."

"Are you even upset like me?"

"I am. But my heart isn't as torn as yours. You haven't stopped crying in days."

"Because he died... in my eyes. I saw him die."

Martin said, "The poor guy... Thought that he was actually alive. Our hug..." A lump came in Martin's throat. He had to stop talking. he turned his face away from Aviva's turned face. For some reason, he felt like Aviva, he had to move out.

Hours later, the gang settled in the Tortuga. Martin came in late, not looking at anything. He looked at Laura, "I have to get out of here... I see Chris in everything."

Laura felt her heart torn as well, "Okay," was all she could say.

Koki and Jimmy didn't say anything when Aviva came in. For the first time in days, she had stopped crying. Koki knew it wasn't going to be long before she would start again.

Aviva brushed her short hair. The brush made it feel like someone's fingers were going through her hair. She held the tears back as she put the brush down. Her mirror realized herself. She saw everything behind her... Her tears began to flow.

Chris was still in his little home in the spiritual forests. He had no heart to join the frolic creatures. Harter came up to him and said, "Why don't we go down to earth to leap upon the clouds?"

Despite Chris' childish appearance, he hid himself deeper in the dark cave, "No..."

Harter knew he had to get Chris out of the forests' house. He went unto earth with the creatures to play in the clouds. Harter's playplace was above the volcano where Chris had died. He decided to give it a try. He gallopped down to the dark bubbly lava. He stuck one hoove in the lava and took it out. Surprisingly, as a spirit, he was not burnt. He swam into the lava. He entered the realm of gems, there he found Chris' burnt body. It was lying on its side, like he was really alive and cooling his hands. Harter lay by the dead body and lay his head on the chest of the dead wild man, fearing the world of hunters has won at last. He shed his own tears upon the body of the wild man.

Chris' body was cold despite the heat it was burnt through. Harter wanted to make Chris happy, he had to make him come down. He came with an idea. He galloped from the body to find the Tortuga, but he had to find out, quick before Chris' body would be decomposted. He galloped to the clouds and asked the returning creatures where the Tortuga was.

One creature said, "It's in the fields of Maine."

Harter thanked the creature and returned his way back up to forestsland. Chris was still in his den, awake. Harter appeared to Chris and said, "Come with me. We spiritual animals join the births of new ones."

Chris looked up. Harter lied to get Chris back to the body. Harter said, "Come follow me."

Chris shook his head, "Not tonight..."

Harter thought quick. It had been days, and the gems grave was a preversed place, making Chris' body survive before months of composting. He had to get the Tortuga to the site. He came with an idea.

The next night, Chris came out of his den with some feeling of death in his soul. Harter came up to Chris, "Come with me. There's yet a birth to join."

Chris nodded as he followed Harter back to earth. The creatures rushed to the site. Chris was frightened, it was near the volcano. Chris landed first on the ground before Harter. Harter said, "Come, as the step-son of the Hart, we go in first."

Chris followed the gems of emerald. he felt this was his home. Harter turned the corner and stopped. Chris turned and stopped dead still. His friends and his siblings had found his body... Harter said, "The birth will happen."

"Birth?" Chris asked.

Harter came closer and lay next to the body. Chris did the same. He was scared and confused. Suddenly, the closer Chris got to the body, the urge made him get closer. Harter stayed where he layed. The gang were crying of course. Chris got closer and closer, feeling his urge of being with his friends. Very slowly, he got closer. The spiritual creatures watched from the corner. As he got closer, his body shifted slowly and quietly. The closer he got, the stronger the force was.

He looked at Harter. Harter pushed his head towards Chris. Chris lay his head on his dead shoulder. He shut his eyes and started to feel his friend's pain. He took a deep breath... a strange breath. He looked at Harter, the deer was gently pushing him closer. Chris fell into a realm of darkness...

"Martin?"

"What?"

"Is he breathing?"

Chris opened his eyes slowly. The darkness adjusted to the sight of his shocked friends. The animals behind Chris were not there. Harter was not there. Chris took a deep breath and shut his eyes. He looked at his friends after he opened his eyes again. He shifted to sit up. He felt a familiar hand. He looked up and saw Aviva helping him. Her tears were shining in the emerald's light. Chris covered one tear with his hand, and smiled at her. Aviva was speechless for a while. The gang was shocked, but calm. Chris looked at his brother and smiled. Martin began to feel his heart leap for joy.

Aviva finally said, "You're back."

Chris looked at her and smiled. He too was speechless. He groaned in pain. The burns were seriously needing help. Aviva helped her friend's third degree pain. Chris felt into her hold. He had to get closer to her. He couldn't bear to see her sad anymore.

Koki said, "Let's get the Tortuga."

The gang left. Martin said, "Aviva, stay here. I'll be with Laura and help her with the medical."

"Thanks, Martin."

Chris went his heart beating again. He looked up at Aviva and said, "I missed you..."

Aviva rubbed his neck, "I missed you too."

Chris looked at her dove eyes sparkling in the greenish light. Chris leaned into her blindspots and kissed her heavenly. In the spiritual world, Chris could hear the spiritual creatures cheering the birth... The birth of True Love. Chris kissed Aviva. Aviva smiled after the short, but passionate kiss. She didn't care if he had burns all over him, she wanted to help him.

Harter came closer and shook his anthers in the air. Out of them made this sparkles which lay on Chris' body as he hugged Aviva. Slowly the sparkles were absorbed into the burns and healed them quick. Chris felt a change in his body and he didn't care. After he hugged Aviva, Aviva gasped.

"What's wrong?"

"You - You changed."

Chris looked down at himself and saw no burns or boils. He looked up and behind Aviva was Harter standing, looking at him. The hart was smiling at him.

Chris smiled and looked at Aviva, "I still feel little pain... But I feel lively."

Aviva kissed Chris on the forehead, "I'm glad of it."

That night, Chris was standing in the Tortuga, touching every little thing, still seeing if he was alive. He was surprised how he was not cremated in the lava. He fingered the first aid kit and smiled.

"Chris?"

Chris turned to face Aviva in a beauiful light yellow dress. She blushed, "Martin insisted..."

Chris was surprised. He had never seen Aviva so beauiful in her life. Chris blushed, "Insisted?"

"He's with Laura for the night. He told me that maybe we should be with each other. After all, we were best friends."

Chris looked at her again and said, "I guess. But... I'm nervous."

Aviva smiled, "You haven't changed one bit in your life."

Chris smiled and said, "Sure. You are my sunshine," he winked.

Aviva blushed as Chris took the dainty hand into his. Chris took her outside into the moon lit night. Chris smiled, "It reminds me about..."

"Shush." Aviva said quickly. She cornered him on a tree and said, "I know it too. But this night requires some quiet time. Quiet, quailty time together."

Chris smiled, "Okay."

Chris took Aviva to the same ol' bridge and wrapped his arm around her and said quietly, "What would it feel like -"

"Chris..."

"I know. Quailty, quiet time. But some time gotta have some little chat."

"Alright."

"What would it feel like... if we spent this night, you know... Just look at this. We are together once again. Years of hunters, betrayals, other girls..."

Aviva giggled as Chris continued, "And nothing has really stopped us. Except me going a little too far of following Martin. But I'm shocked enough. I'm here with you..." He tightened his hand around her, bringing her closer. Aviva rested her head on his shoulder, waiting for him to finish this not-so-little-chat.

Chris finally said, "I want to be like Martin actually."

Aviva answered, "Hmm..."

Chris smiled at the moon shining out the little lake, "I want to be married guy too."

Aviva was ignoring him now, enjoying the calm night.

"Aviva?"

Aviva looked up, "You said a little chat."

Her mischievous smile proved Chris that she was ignoring him. Chris said again, "Well, I want to be a married man."

Aviva blinked and lost her smile, "What?"

"I am saying it for the third time, Aviva, I want to be a married man."

Aviva stood up taller and looked at Chris' brown eyes. Chris said, "I missed you more than that... you know who. I want to be with you. And that requires a yes or no answer from you."

Aviva started to cry as she smiled. She couldn't help but end the conversation, "Yes."

Chris hugged Aviva in the rays of the moon. Harter watched from above and smiled, "I'm proud of you, son," and the deer leaped away to his spiritual world, shutting the world of night out of his eyelids.