I still own nothing related to the Giver, just the plot and the non-Giver characters.
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Estelle stood in the middle of the room wearing a puzzled look on her face.
"What is it you need…me…to do?" She asked.
"You," The Boss paused "And the boy, Jonas, you are going to infiltrate the outside world. I will warn you that the world has fallen into complete and utter chaos. The global powers are shifting, and they need a peaceful society. Their plan is to form a global sameness, to eradicate everyone that are of different races, different looks, and different beliefs. In short, it will be a second Holocaust."
Estelle took a deep breath, letting the seriousness of their situation sink in.
"You, Ms. Estelle, I am charging you and the boy with the task of bringing down this plot from the inside, either by subversive tactics, turning the minds of those overseeing the plot, or by force. I would prefer the first two. Now go, find the boy, pack, and leave by nightfall. You should be able to reach a town called Ethridge, Montana, in about a day or two if you travel well. From there, find a way to get to the East Coast of the United States." The Boss finished.
Estelle stood, taking deep breaths, trying not to panic at the thought of leaving the encampment.
"One more thing," The Boss began "Try not to get yourself killed, Estelle."
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Estelle was missing.
Most of the residents of the camp figures she had gone off with her dogs, but Malandra knew better. She knew Estelle was at the kennel, probably holding tightly onto one of her dogs, whilst fighting back tears. Malandra knew that Estelle would probably be wracked with sadness over the memories of her parents, whose loss she had never really let go of. Malandra was prepared to face the onslaught of bad words that would be thrown at her by the grieving woman. She knew that her closest friend, the one person she cared about above all others, would have let her barriers down, and the emotional train wreck of a person would be before her.
Malandra's thoughts were mostly right, but she made a mistake about what was wrong with Estelle.
Gingerly opening the kennel door, a grief-stricken Estelle shouted at her "Aullaqtuq!"
"Estelle," Malandra said "I know you're missing your parents, but please, let me help you."
"No." Estelle said sternly.
"Estelle, please, I know you are…qigluktuq, but will you…uqabvigigaa?"
Estelle looked up and chuckled softly. "Your Inupiaq is still as bad as it always was."
Malandra sat down beside Estelle. "What bothers you?" she asked.
"I'm fair sure I don't have the favor of the Boss anymore. He's sending me and Jonas on an impossible mission, to bring peace and order to the not so free world." Estelle paused "I think he's just doing this so I can have some time to think and reflect on my troubles. He told me not to get killed. I wonder if this has anything to do with what happened last summer."
"Don't bring that up Estelle, it's not good for your health." Malandra cautioned.
"I didn't do that! So many months and still no one will believe me!" Estelle yelled.
"But Estelle, the evidence was overwhelming!" Malandra started, getting wrapped up in the new topic quickly. "You were found by the side of the trail, knife resting by your hand, and large gash to your abdomen! Don't tell me you didn't try to kill yourself!"
"Malandra," Estelle whispered. "I told you, I told you all! I was attacked! You people, you idiots, you found my fingerprints on my knife! Well of course you would find them there! But, you all failed to realize that I was framed. The evidence for that was overwhelming too!" Her voice had risen into a frenzied yell and then began to sink back into a whisper "And besides, if I ever got it in my mind to commit suicide, I would do it in a less painful way."
Estelle stormed out, leaving one very flustered Malandra aimlessly scratching a dog.
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"Du."
Jonas turned.
"Ja, du," The boy continued "Du sollst der Chef besuchen. Oh, es tut mir Leid. I thought you could understand German. Anyway, the Boss needs to see you. Follow me, bitte."
The two walked out of the large hall and down a path, leading to the well-constructed house that apparently belonged to the Boss.
The German boy knocked on the door.
"Come in," said an old voice "I hope you have brought Jonas."
"Ja." The German boy replied.
"Thank you, please leave now. This is a private conversation." The German boy beat a hasty retreat.
"I'm glad you could join me." The Boss said "Please, sit anywhere."
There was a moment of silence in which Jonas took a good look at the Boss. He looked to be as old as the Giver, but then realized that that couldn't possibly be true, remembering that the Giver told him that he was younger than he looked. Jonas felt a pang of remorse for the Giver and the community.
"I'm sorry I had to tell you this in person, Jonas. I had told something important to Estelle, and I would have hoped that she would have passed it onto you. Have you seen her since yesterday?"
Jonas shook his head no
"Ah. Oh well. She certainly is an odd one, always has been, especially since last summer…" He shuddered at the memory. "Well, moving on, I need your help. I need you to fix the world with Estelle." The Boss shared his plan, and Jonas thought hard to remember what the Giver had shared with him about the outside world.
"But why do you trust all of this with me and Estelle?" Jonas asked.
"Son," The Boss laid a hand on Jonas's shoulder "I have had the pleasure of knowing Estelle very closely for the past five years, and I trust more than almost every other person in this camp. I would have sent her alone, but she seems to have taken a fondness to you, and I ask you to watch over her. Although I think you have some qualities that may prove…useful out there."
Jonas opened his mouth to speak.
"Now be gone" The Boss shouted "Let me rest!"
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Aullaqtuq-Go away
Qigluktuq- is saddened about a loss
Uqabvigigaa- talks about it
Du sollst der Chef besuchen-You should see the boss
Es tut mir Leid-I'm sorry