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Return of the Dragon Slayer.
Epilogue.
Six months later...
Caleb lay on the small bed, the dusty sheets making him sneeze again and again. The silent tears he cried leaving clean trails down his cheeks. He wanted his Mamma and his Daddy. But they were both dead...and he was alone. He turned his face to the musky pillow and sobbed, his thumb moving automatically to his mouth and he cried until sleep claimed him.
He woke when the moons were high in the night sky and he stood on the bed, his hands curling around the bars of the small window as he looked out at the bright red moons, their swirling surface mirroring the swirling chaos in his mind.
He sent out a call…a call he hoped someone would hear. A call for help. A call he'd been sending out night after night since he'd been taken. A call that no one answered.
He squeezed his eyes shut as the image of his mother and father popped into his head. He would not cry, he would not cry he said again and again, the silent mantra doing nothing to stop the tears that snaked down his cheeks; and he finally cried the words he hadn't been able to since his capture... Mammaaa….Daaaddee…
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Finn was tossing and turning in her sleep again; making the groans she always did when she had this dream…no nightmare, thought Dean. He had to wake her before the groans turned into a scream, the scream into the heart-breaking sobs they always did. The sobs that were full of despair, the sobs that tore at his heart and filled him with a guilt she would never lay at his feet.
He brushed gently at her forehead, whispering her name and he stopped and frowned as her eyes snapped open and they looked at each other, both of them knowing they'd heard the same thing.
They'd heard their son.