Chapter Eight: As My Memory Rests But Never Forgets What I Lost
Nearly two months had passed since Operation: Take Back the Night was achieved and dealt with. They had tried to clean up the mess the Dead Duo had left behind, but by the end, there were still inerasable marks left behind. Most of the redstone technics were trashed. The buildings were repaired as well as they could, but there was still the lingering stench of blood and smoke everywhere. And nothing could replace the many good lives lost in the war against evil.
Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
Wake me up when September ends
The cemetery was built in a part of the world that none of them had ventured out to, coincidentally near where the SLW portal to the Network was. The entire pack was re-buried there, as opposed to where they died, as well as all those lost in the war. That was at least half a dozen people – the Two did not count. Why would they count when they were the cause of death of half the friends there?
Like my father's come to pass
Seven years has gone so fast
Wake me up when September ends
Here comes the rain again
Falling from the stars
Drenched in my pain again
Becoming who we are
The late September sunshine was strangely cold against her skin. She sat right by the tombstone, as her brown hair fluttered in the breeze. Another friend gone. She could see a pair of kind and playful sort-of-turquoise eyes. Then a pair of blue ones that one could consider to be periwinkle, shining in a lively, ready-for-fun and calm (bloody calm!) and friendly way. Then another pair of blue eyes, this time darker and glinting with kindness and hope.
As my memory rests
But never forgets what I lost
Wake me up when September ends
It was around four years before when she lost two dear friends, then roughly thirteen months later, another. Two of them, only because a desperate young woman was willing to commit murder (assassination, even) to get home. The third, all because she was a dearly loved one to her not-so-human friend, who had taken his side during the 'war'.
"True love is selfless. It is prepared to sacrifice." She had heard that quote before. It was…heartbreakingly true. Her good friend had, though unwillingly (not that she knew), done so. What she never did know was that that her death was one of the things that drove the justice forward.
Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
Wake me up when September ends
Ring out the bells again
Like we did when spring began
Wake me up when September ends
Once upon several years ago, they had marked their friendship with fun quests and projects. They would face the horde together, build and help each other in many different aspects. Spread their imagination, style and kindness. Currently, it was like a ghost. A mere memory, a spirit long passed.
Here comes the rain again
Falling from the stars
Drenched in my pain again
Becoming who we are
She felt a single tear drop onto her cheek. She had hardly managed to scavenge anything from their inventories, and one of them, none of it. Nothing left, but memories.
As my memory rests
But never forgets what I lost
Wake me up when September ends
He had already made his choice. He would remain leader of this broken and shattered world, but he would settle down in Beacontown, as he already had. Too many memories, he said. He needed a fresh start. A new life. She understood exactly that.
What would be of her then? She was caught in a land of vengeance and more misunderstanding. Somehow, the two groups of mobs had managed to kill all of her rescued animals and their descendants, other than Wink. They were the last. Could she bring herself to return to her first true home?
Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
Wake me up when September ends
No. It was definitely too much to bear. But she would start again. Again, in her new home, Beacontown, with only a single wolf and friends by her side. She wasn't alone. Yes, she would. She stood up from beside the lone tomb marked with a red rose. True love lasts forever, she had heard someone say before. Who knew that it was just that, true?
It was just them left. Them two, two of the survivors of the Mansion besides the Order. The last YouTuber, she knew, was developing a new life as a fellow leader and the master of another Portkey. She hoped that his life would thrive like a flower forest would.
Like my father's come to pass
Twenty years has gone so fast
Wake me up when September ends
Wake me up when September ends
Wake me up when September ends
"Let's go, Wink," she said, turning to have one more look at the cemetery. It was unlike the dull, gloomy one back in the Mansion world. It was of solemn quartz, but had the occasional splash of bright pastel colours, like the flowers adorning the peaceful place. Then she turned back and walked through the portal.
Had she had a closer look at the vortex, she would have noticed that the shards and arrows and effect swirls were gone, replaced by what looked like paw-prints and falling leaves; the red streaks faded to specks like glitter and bluish hues streaking across the square like shooting stars.
The eras of both prosperity and terror were over for the world. It would be a time, the final era, of light-blue tranquility.
A/N: Surprise! Stacy PoV! And here it ends. This story is completed within a month's time, in around 18-20 December 2017 to 18 January 2018, plus extra time used to edit. As a matter of fact, it's the first of the parts completed, even though I started Haunted Secrets first!
Inspiration of the Series:
-SLW Situation: SLW episodes 320, 526, 541, 542, 580 and my own twisted imagination
-DC Situation: DC episodes 79-81, 182, 183, 238-240
-Though mostly my own hyperactive and dark imagination!
The lyrical 'link':
www. azlyrics lyrics/ greenday/ wake me up when september ends. html
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