Eventually, the time came for Ender to get onto his shuttle and leave the little meteor in the distance. What would Earth be like? Ruined by the Leauge War, with nothing around for miles that he would recognize? No… that couldn't possibly be the case. If that were so, surely they would not be sending him back to the planet his called home. So there would have to be something left, even it was the remains of a country here and there.
Distracted by footsteps coming towards him, Ender glanced up as Graff came to a stop in front of where he sat inside the shuttle. He was coming with them? Or maybe he was just with him to make sure that he got back safely, and then the man would go back up to space and deal with whatever things he did.
"Come on Ender, look a little livelier. You get to go home, boy! Isn't seeing those two siblings of yours going to be a good thing? You'll get to go to school, hang out with your friends. Anything you like. They've watched those videos of you commanding the ships, you know. They all think you're a hero." Graff shrugged lightly and sat down across form Ender, buckling the straps that would keep him in place while they were in null gravity.
The boy in return simply averted his gaze and zoned out for a while, and the next thing he knew, the shuttle had landed and there was someone shaking Ender's arm.
"Come on kid, time to face the world." Graff encouraged, undoing the buckles and pulling Ender up out of his seat and down the short room.
Ender blinked as they walked out into the open, and the first thing he caught sight of was the sun. Bright, warm sunlight on his pale skin… He'd been in space so long he had almost forgot what it felt like.
The next thing he felt was the fresh air blown into his face by a slight breeze that rustled the tree leaves and made the hot day seem less agonizing.
"Come on Ender, your family is waiting back at your house. You'll like it there." Graff continued, causing Ender to once more break free from the cozy confines of his thoughts.
Tripping on the rock every once in a while, Ender's eyes scanned the green landscape behind him. There seemed to be almost no trace of a war or any hardships. How long had that shuttle trip been? Maybe they'd had a while to clean up before he arrived…. Or maybe they had just made this place seem as nice as they could make it so that he wouldn't spend his time worrying about the outside world and all those people living in poverty.
A/N: Another short chapter. Please Read&Review?