A/N: Last chapter. Its short, but most endings are.

"Never sigh for better world
It's already composed, played and told"

Dead Boy's Poem – Nightwish

Chapter 12

Looking back on it now, everything had made sense. Only he didn't try to understand. He had tried not to think. Not to think about the reasons surrounding this friends' deaths. He thought it was his fault. He had tried not to let guilt take over; after all, he didn't kill them. He had saved them, if it wasn't for him neither of them would have been alive. These thoughts had comforted him then, and they still did now.

Accepting the new traditions, Mr. 239 drives nails into wood, his mind far away from the task at hand. His mind lingered on that day, the sun beating down, the spilt potions gathering in pools in the dust, the cuts in his gloves from digging through rock and sand. It had taken him the entire day to dig that hole; he hadn't finished until well after nightfall. Without wood for a fire and without another he felt lost. He was at a loss as to what to do until sunrise. Mr. 114's body lay where he had settled him after their embrace. Unsure as to wither he should sleep far from him, or close as he was used to. He settled with staying awake, watching the waves turn tides. His coat was still covered in Mr. 114's blood.

He remembered the next morning, when he laid Mr. 114 into his grave. Something he knew only because of his human masters from so long ago. Mr. 114 was limp and heavy to carry. When laid into the grave, Mr. 239 wondered if he should sew up the wounds or leave them. Finally deciding against it, he filled the hole carefully with only the loose dirt and sand, leaving the rocks and stones. When Mr. 114 was hidden under the layers of earth Mr. 239 marked the site with a pile of stones. He thought he would have to come back one day.

His mind wondered back to his work, propping the wood up and cutting off any twigs or knots in the tree branches. He had finished one already, after this one he would be ready. He took a long white sheet and attached it so it would blow in the ocean breezes. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out the cracked shell necklace, found broken near where Mr. 114 had fallen. He had picked it up after burying Mr. 114, he had felt tears rise up in the darkness. He had tied to the string around his neck and continued on the journey to the village.

It had only taken him a day to reach the forest. He stomach twisted in amazement, the realization that this was all happening was hard to swallow. Could the village really lie beyond the aged trees? The wind had pushed him forward and didn't settle until he was running. Running through branches that scraped his face as he passed, his heart beat faster then, his eyes widening, something pushing him forward into the dream world, into the village.

He fell right through the watery barrier. Fell onto his face. He felt embarrassed now, the others still joked about it. Mr. 239 lying flat faced in the entire of the village. The others claimed to have heard him mutter something about "Mr. 114" and a "Mr. 57". But Mr. 239 didn't remember saying anything. But he did remember those first surreal moments. The other mages coming up and greeting him, numbers chiming from all around, the sun was setting making beautiful patterns of colour in the creeks. Home. That was what he had thought as the other mages had repeated his name cheerfully.

It had only been a week and a half. He had already been helped in building a house, the front of the house had become a weapons shop, and he had a counter, display cases, even an owl that visiting him on occasion for scrapes of food. The Mage Masher he found in the Ice Cavern was displayed high above the other weapons he had for sale, he would never sell that dagger… Village life was easy to adapt to, talking with friends, visiting other mages' shops, walks through the woods, big dinners with everyone, trips to a neighboring village of dwarves for trade. But the one thing that had been unexpected completely was a cemetery, hidden deep in the village where no sound could he heard. He learned that others had fallen since arriving. Instantly reminded of his lost friends, he knew now that there was something he had to do.

He hung the seashell necklace onto the grave marker. He stepped back to admire his work, two grave markers, one adorned with a makeshift hat and cloak, the other with a flowing white sheet and seashell necklace. Smiling at their memories, he heaved the two heavy markers onto his shoulder and set out for the grave.

The sky above shone a light red colour as he walked through the dust and sand of the desert. The wind whistled as he neared the site. A million memories played in his head, his mind's perfect memory. He remembered the first times, the pain, the joys… He was at the site now. This soon already? Although a day had passed it seemed like no time had gone by. He forced the markers into the ground, one behind the pile of stones and the other set close by. The ocean roared behind him. The wind whirled around the two memorials, the cloth whipping in its clutches. Then gentling down again. The wind stroked Mr. 239's tear stained face, soothing him.

His hand touched the ground. His eyes eased closed. Vivid images of Mr. 114 and Mr. 57 smiling from the darkness, them in the village, laughing and happy, floated through his mind. His eyes opened slowly to the shock of light. His mind silent. He feels someone brush against his back.

He turns, to find nothing but wind and ocean.

But understanding, he closes his eyes again.

He hears a whisper from the wind:

"Thank you, for everything, Mr. 239.

A/N: It only took a year but Broken is officially complete! Thanks to everyone who read and reviewed! Thanks to all those who waited the long periods between chapters, to those whose reviews keep me going on and on. Thanks to everyone who listed this story as a favorite! You have no idea how much I appreciate it.

And for those who don't want it to end… Defect WILL be updated once I my head straight about it. It won't be as long as I thought originally, but it should be worth it. And I have secretly been working on a Broken: Author's Cut. I know it sounds tacky but it's mostly just a boredom breaker. I'm half way through it and it will be posted when finished. It will be the original Broken only with notes of inspiration, characters, thoughts, and everything else that was going through my head while writing it. And it will also have an added chapter! So if you are interested then watch out for it!

Once again, thanks SO much to everyone! Until we meet in another fiction, farewell!