This is the last chapter! Yay! I finally got them all up!
Isaac: And as soon as Garet comes back, I'm going to kill him.
How are you going to get payed?
Isaac: I didn't think that far ahead.
You should.
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Final Fates
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Isaac: That sounds like Final Fantasy. Are you sure you're not mixing that and Golden Sun?
*shudders* That'd be odd. Wait, you're not allowed to interupt after the title.
Isaac: Why not?
This is why not! TOWAAA! (towa is Naomi's battle cry. Pronounced too-wa)
Isaac: Ow! Get off of me!
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Garet blinked as light fell on his face. "Wha–?" Garet looked around. It seemed to be mid afternoon and he was sleeping in an unfamiliar place. "Where am I?"
Jenna's head popped over his. "It's about time," she said with a smile that didn't reach her eyes. "You've been asleep for even longer than me!"
"How long?" he asked, looking around.
Jenna sighed. "They say you've been in a coma for five days. I was in shock for three."
Garet sat up. "What about Isaac?"
"You should stay lying down," Jenna commented. As Garet eased back, she said, "Isaac woke up yesterday, but he was off badly. He had second and first degree burns and was sliced on the head."
"Does he remember what happened?" Garet asked.
Jenna bit her lip. "No, he keeps muttering that it was too scary. We were hoping you would know."
Garet shook his head. "I don't remember anything, except for having weird dreams."
She looked at him eagerly. "What were the dreams? Maybe they were real!"
"I dreamed about a floating rock that had an eye."
Jenna stared at him. "Are you aware you are in need of mental help?"
Garet nodded. "Yeah, but could you tell me where I am before the nice men in white coats give me a pretty jacket?"
"Oh! That's right, I forgot you didn't know you were housed at the inn!" Jenna cried.
"The inn? Couldn't I stay at my own house?" Garet asked.
Jenna looked away. "There was lots of damage done that night. Your house was one of the lesser damages."
"Did it get smashed?"
"Yes."
Garet shrugged. "Worse things have happened. Since my grandfather is the mayor, it will probably be rebuild quickly enough. How about you, are you faring okay?"
"That night...I lost everything," Jenna sniffed.
Garet wiped away one of her tears. "You didn't lose everything. You still have Isaac and me. You have your grandparents, too."
She nodded. "You're right. I just have to forget and start over again."
The door burst open and a crowd of people related to Garet crowded in just as Garet began to say something. His mother smothered him with kisses and his sister punched his arm. "You moron!" she cried as she gave him a hug.
"Love you, too," Garet drawled.
Garet's grandfather pushed his way through. "Do you remember anything? What happened that night?"
"Out!" the innkeeper's wife shouted. "Can't you see the boy needs rest?!?"
The crowd grumbled as they walked out and Jenna waved goodbye as she followed. "Now," the woman said, "you have a much quieter visitor, but you've had enough excitement, so after him, straight to sleep with you!"
Garet nodded and strained to see who the innkeeper was carrying in. He set the visitor down in a cushioned chair. Isaac smiled at Garet as the innkeeper and his wife left.
"Wow," Garet whispered. Isaac looked pretty much like one big bandage. A loose white shirt and breaches had been pulled over some of the gauze, but most of the white bandage that covered him from neck to knee was exposed. His hair was cut short around a think binding on his head. He lifted a bandaged hand in greeting.
"Hey," Isaac smiled grimly. "I must look really bad, huh?
"Not really," Garet lied.
Isaac shrugged. "Whatever. So, do you remember anything?"
Garet laughed. "A big floating rock with an eye that looked at me."
Isaac stared at him. "Are you aware that you're in need of mental help?"
"Thanks," Garet sighed, "Jenna told me already."
They was in silence for awhile. Suddenly, Isaac said, "My dad died."
"I know."
Isaac looked out the window. "I wish I could've saved Felix myself. Then they wouldn't have been on the dock when the boulder fell."
"We probably all wish something like that."
"I don't want anything like that to happen again. I'm not going to wait until next year to learn psyenergy. I'm going to find someone who'll teach me now."
"I'll be with you." Garet told him, "Jenna will probably feel the same way."
Isaac nodded. "So we've chosen our fates. We'll have the strongest psyenergy ever and we'll use it to help everyone."
"We can do it."
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Isaac: Hey, that actually wasn't too bad an ending. But please explain to me why I'm the one that's all bandaged up?
*shrugs* I was bored. What do you expect of me?
Isaac: Ah. Well, you suck anyways.
What?! How dare you speak like that to a lady?!
Isaac: Wait. You're a lady?
That's it! You're dead!
Isaac: Eep!
Isaac: And as soon as Garet comes back, I'm going to kill him.
How are you going to get payed?
Isaac: I didn't think that far ahead.
You should.
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Final Fates
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Isaac: That sounds like Final Fantasy. Are you sure you're not mixing that and Golden Sun?
*shudders* That'd be odd. Wait, you're not allowed to interupt after the title.
Isaac: Why not?
This is why not! TOWAAA! (towa is Naomi's battle cry. Pronounced too-wa)
Isaac: Ow! Get off of me!
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Garet blinked as light fell on his face. "Wha–?" Garet looked around. It seemed to be mid afternoon and he was sleeping in an unfamiliar place. "Where am I?"
Jenna's head popped over his. "It's about time," she said with a smile that didn't reach her eyes. "You've been asleep for even longer than me!"
"How long?" he asked, looking around.
Jenna sighed. "They say you've been in a coma for five days. I was in shock for three."
Garet sat up. "What about Isaac?"
"You should stay lying down," Jenna commented. As Garet eased back, she said, "Isaac woke up yesterday, but he was off badly. He had second and first degree burns and was sliced on the head."
"Does he remember what happened?" Garet asked.
Jenna bit her lip. "No, he keeps muttering that it was too scary. We were hoping you would know."
Garet shook his head. "I don't remember anything, except for having weird dreams."
She looked at him eagerly. "What were the dreams? Maybe they were real!"
"I dreamed about a floating rock that had an eye."
Jenna stared at him. "Are you aware you are in need of mental help?"
Garet nodded. "Yeah, but could you tell me where I am before the nice men in white coats give me a pretty jacket?"
"Oh! That's right, I forgot you didn't know you were housed at the inn!" Jenna cried.
"The inn? Couldn't I stay at my own house?" Garet asked.
Jenna looked away. "There was lots of damage done that night. Your house was one of the lesser damages."
"Did it get smashed?"
"Yes."
Garet shrugged. "Worse things have happened. Since my grandfather is the mayor, it will probably be rebuild quickly enough. How about you, are you faring okay?"
"That night...I lost everything," Jenna sniffed.
Garet wiped away one of her tears. "You didn't lose everything. You still have Isaac and me. You have your grandparents, too."
She nodded. "You're right. I just have to forget and start over again."
The door burst open and a crowd of people related to Garet crowded in just as Garet began to say something. His mother smothered him with kisses and his sister punched his arm. "You moron!" she cried as she gave him a hug.
"Love you, too," Garet drawled.
Garet's grandfather pushed his way through. "Do you remember anything? What happened that night?"
"Out!" the innkeeper's wife shouted. "Can't you see the boy needs rest?!?"
The crowd grumbled as they walked out and Jenna waved goodbye as she followed. "Now," the woman said, "you have a much quieter visitor, but you've had enough excitement, so after him, straight to sleep with you!"
Garet nodded and strained to see who the innkeeper was carrying in. He set the visitor down in a cushioned chair. Isaac smiled at Garet as the innkeeper and his wife left.
"Wow," Garet whispered. Isaac looked pretty much like one big bandage. A loose white shirt and breaches had been pulled over some of the gauze, but most of the white bandage that covered him from neck to knee was exposed. His hair was cut short around a think binding on his head. He lifted a bandaged hand in greeting.
"Hey," Isaac smiled grimly. "I must look really bad, huh?
"Not really," Garet lied.
Isaac shrugged. "Whatever. So, do you remember anything?"
Garet laughed. "A big floating rock with an eye that looked at me."
Isaac stared at him. "Are you aware that you're in need of mental help?"
"Thanks," Garet sighed, "Jenna told me already."
They was in silence for awhile. Suddenly, Isaac said, "My dad died."
"I know."
Isaac looked out the window. "I wish I could've saved Felix myself. Then they wouldn't have been on the dock when the boulder fell."
"We probably all wish something like that."
"I don't want anything like that to happen again. I'm not going to wait until next year to learn psyenergy. I'm going to find someone who'll teach me now."
"I'll be with you." Garet told him, "Jenna will probably feel the same way."
Isaac nodded. "So we've chosen our fates. We'll have the strongest psyenergy ever and we'll use it to help everyone."
"We can do it."
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Isaac: Hey, that actually wasn't too bad an ending. But please explain to me why I'm the one that's all bandaged up?
*shrugs* I was bored. What do you expect of me?
Isaac: Ah. Well, you suck anyways.
What?! How dare you speak like that to a lady?!
Isaac: Wait. You're a lady?
That's it! You're dead!
Isaac: Eep!