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Wow! This is such a happy ending! But, what will Drachma do? cos...What would u do, if ur son was at home, cryin' all alone on... aww soz! Got a bit carried away, heh heh! You'll just have to wait and see... oh crap! I've gotta do the old traditional poem that I always have at the beginnings! Well... here we go.

Welcome some more,
to chapter four
it's nearly over
(but just in case)
you should look for a four-leaved clover!

aeye aeye aeye *shakes head*
:D

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The Little Jack pulled up at Maramba's docks and the old captain stepped out. He walked up to the main gates of the town and sighed. He was scared. Did Marlen survive the war? There was a part of him that didn't want to find out.

He heaved open the gates and walked into the quiet area. He looked around and spotted the house where Marlen lives, or at least, used to live.

He banged on the door. A young girl's face appeared from the gap of the door. It looked like Marlen, but he knew it wasn't her.

"Is Marlen here?" he spoke softly.

The girl paused, probably thinking about something, but then she spoke. "What do you want with my Grandmother?"

Grandmother he thought to himself. He smiled. Marlen must have had a happy life.

"I'm an old friend... Is Marlen here?"

The girl lowered her eyes. "I don't know where she is... My father won't tell me." she looked upset.

"Can I speak with your father?"

The girl lowered her eyes again. "My father is in the city of Nasr."

"Are you alone? Is anyone with you?" the girl nodded.

"Yes, I'm alone. My father is in Nasrad. I have to stay and keep the house." she seemed to shudder at what she had just said. "Would you like to come in?"

Drachma was led into a little colourfully decorated room. There was a big pot with steam trailing out of it, sitting in the middle of the room, surrounded by cushions of different colours. The girl plopped onto the cushions, so Drachma did the same. She started to do things with the steaming pot.

"What is your name?" the small girl asked.

"Forgive me... my name is Drachma."

"Drachma!" the girl raised her eyebrows. "My Grandmother told me all about you. How she and great uncle simnus found you in a sinking ship..."

"She did?" Drachma had a smile in his face.

"Can I tell you a secret?" she spoke softly. Drachma noticed how she clutched a shawl around her.

"My...my father beats us."

"He what! He beats you! And your Mother and Grandmother?"

"Yes. He is very bad-tempered." she let go of the shawl and Drachma could see how she was covered in bruises and wounds. "But at least he can't beat mother any longer... because she's dead."

Drachma could feel the anger rise in him. How dare a man beat an old woman, Marlen in fact. How dare somebody beat Marlen's daughters.

"Please. Can you help us. You're big and strong and you can stop him."

"I will." Drachma leapt to his feet. "I am going to Nasrad. I bet you he has your Grandmother there." Drachma stopped. He went pale. "Oh holy shit!"

"What's the matter?!?" the girl looked worried.

"Nasrad has been attacked by the Valuans! I completely forgot!"

"Then... then grandmother is dead?"

"No... no she's not dead. Your grandma is a very strong woman, she would have made it." Drachma ran to the door and stopped.

"What is your name girl?"

"Andra."

"I'll come back Andra."

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Finally, the city came into view. But it wasn't how it was meant to look. The city was ruined. Huge cracks ran through walls which rmained standing, dust was still in the atmosphere, the usual cheerful people were down to few and all were sad.

Drachma ran out of the docks, into the city. All the collapsed buildings. The flooding water fountains. The few people helping the starving familys. This was why he hated the Valuans. This was why everyone hated the Valuans. He ran through the streets that were passable but he couldn't find her. He dropped to the floor. What was he going to say to Andra. He couldn't give up looking.

But then, he heard a moaning. An old woman in rags came into view, dragging her feet. She colapsed and Drachma ran towards her. He lifted her in his arms and carried her out of the suffocating dust, surrounding the ruins. He lay her on the floor and instantly recognised her face.

"Marlen?" Drachma heaved her up again and made for the docks.

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Drachma had returned back to Maramba, to Andra's little house. Andra was preparing some food when Marlen opened her eyes.

"Marlen. It's Ok. You're in Maramba. Andra's here." whispered Drachma.

"Drachma? Andra?" she smiled. You're both here... Drachma, it's been a while."

"Grandmother?" Andra took Marlen's hand. "What happened to Father?"

Marlen looked into her Grandaughter's eyes and whispered "He's gone Andra. Nasrad's disater took him. It's all over now..." they both smiled. "Now let's see how strong my two favourite people are." Marlen sat up and put her arms around Andra and started to whisper into her ear. Drachma couldn't hear what she was saying. Then she put her arms around Drachma and he did the same. She whispered into his ear, "Drachma, you told me that one day you would repay me... well now you have. If you hadn't found me, I would have died. If you hadn't brougt me back, Andra would have lived the rest of her life worrying about me, worrying when her father would back." she squeezed him tighter "It's good to see you again old friend."

"Grandmother what will happen now? Father's gone. We have no money."

Drachma took both their hands. "I'll be with you. You'll be OK." Drachma smiled "I'm going to go into fishing..." Drachma was cut short by Andra.

"And you can come and live with us! You can be the man of the house that we never had!"

"It would be an honour to live with you two!" They spent a short time talking excitedly.

"Andra?"

"Yes Grandmother?"

"How old are you now?"

"Fifteen."

"Awww, three years won't make a difference. Go and get that lovely bottle of Loqua in the larder." Andra smiled and skipped out of the room.

And so, Drachma, Marlen and Andra celebrated together. They talked for hours and got to know each other inside out and upside down.

The war of the world took place. Drachma helped with the huge ship battel with The Little Jack. Of course the Valuans lost and his young friends defeated Galcian and Ramirez. That was one of the happiest days of his life.

He spent the remainder of his life as a fisherman. Andra got married to a kind and handsome merchant. Marlen passed away in peace. Drachma couldn't have been happier the day he left this life of adventures. He finally joined Marty, his wife, his son Jack, Marlen and her daughter, and he was even happier to now join Rhaknam.

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Nooo! It's the last chapter! No I have to think of something else to do for the rest of the hols. Hey! I'll write another story *oh no! Warning!* heh heh! hope you enjoyed! Please review! :D