Hey everyone, it's HourglassDreams here. How have you been? I… hope you've been well. Or at least, I hope you're safe.
It's been a rough year for me. I think it's been a rough year for all of us. Hope you're not mad at me for updating the story without a chapter. I really wanted to write this before Christmas day ended, but it looks like that just didn't end up turning out. Regardless, Merry Christmas, happy holidays, seasons greetings, all that good stuff. I want to thank everyone who's followed or read my story throughout the years. It's been three years, three solid years! And I uh, still don't have a whole lot to show for it. I'm very sorry. Many things have happened, from a text file containing the future plot of the story and a few chapters written getting corrupted into chinese characters that when translated spell out gibberish,(use libreoffice kids, not .txt files or utf-8 format, or notepad. Linux's relationship with basic, though large, text files haven't been good to me) to game crashes, school, to the plain old chase after the dollar or employment and how it consumes time, thoughts, and energy.
Regardless, I really do want to thank you all. It means a lot to still have readers after so long. You guys are great. I'll pray for the good fortune and health for you all. And I hope you enjoy this tiny Omake. It's dedicated to you, Monty, those who have still read this story & stuck by after so long, and my grandparents, who both passed away this year.
Merry Christmas. But by the grace of God go we.
A little girl in a red cloak walked along a flat, snowy surface. The wind blew firmly, but slow. Many tiny flakes of snow were caught in the waves of gust, buffeting across the ground like an ocean tide.
Whoever the girl was, she did not move her eyes, nor uttered a word. The only thing she did, was move forwards.
In the dark of the gust it was hard to see, a full moon beaming down unhelpfully.
A lantern held, just a single candlelight, flickered and struggled to reveal the dark night.
When suddenly a thing came into view, a heap of stone, along the cliff it did shew.
The girl talked about life's little things, and fought back tears at its slow bittering.
The memories when lived were lighter than a feather, and upon revisiting were now too much to weather.
Though the world was cold, the tears were not. The girl knew the one who fell had given all that could be got.
She'd want a happy smile, almost too much to ask, but the girl tried anyways, an impossible task.
'Why to her, must all things in this earth die?'
She smiled at the moon, but had no idea why.
'Is it fate, fortune or luck, that directed her demise?'
No clear answer but a tear, leaked from silver-hemmed eyes.
With nothing but a memory of fondness and yatter,
The gaze on the stone lingered, as she read with each platter.
So Your Cherished Love And Memories May Never One Day Tatter
My Name Is Summer Rose
Thus Kindly I Scatter