Well my lovelies this is the final leg of this journey. I had several different ways that I was thinking of ending this, but I decided that with this ending that you could let your imaginations run wild. I don't know yet if this will lead into another story or if I am going to let it be.
"Dad! I'm going to Colorado and there is nothing you can do to stop me!"
"Sebastian Miles Monroe, you are not leaving to go on some half cocked idea to take back what your dad and mom created!" Jason followed Bass outside.
"Dad, you told me that Uncle Miles and my dad died for my dad's kingdom," Bass turned on his heels.
"Yes, and your mother died trying to get you up here. I have spent the last fifteen years of your life trying to make sure that the Patriots don't find you. I love you Bass, and I am not about to break a promise to your mother on her deathbed," Jason's eyes had given way to his sadness at the loss of Charlie fifteen years ago.
Charlie had come down with pneumonia during their journey north to Alaska. She had made Jason promise to raise the one year old Bass as his own. Jason made the promise to keep him safe and keep him away from the Patriots. Now he felt that he was in a losing battle. Why did Charlie and Sebastian Monroe have to create a child? Were they looking down and laughing at the fact that they're son was twice as stubborn as the two of them put together?
"Dad, why didn't you marry mom?" Bass sat down by his surrogate father and looked at the same ground Jason was.
"Because, she loved your dad and I was stupid in the tower and I decided that following my father was a little more important. If I could go back, I wouldn't change anything," Jason half smiled.
"Why's that?" Bass seemed genuinely confused.
"Because, I wouldn't have you," Jason hugged his son.
Later that night, like clock work, Jason and Bass had dinner and worked on they're crafts that they sold to the merchants who traded in the southern states. Jason had gotten pretty good at carving wooden figurines and Bass was great at spinning yarn. Jason had bought him sheep when he was six so that he could learn to cope with his mom and dad's death. Jason watched Bass through the years as he began to spin the wool into yarn and dye it with different colors. The women in the local village traded food for the yarn. They were excited to have it for their knitting and crochet projects. Jason smiled and thought that this was the life that Charlie had deserved.
"Dad, I want to go back to the Rockies. I want to see where I came from and see what's left," Bass didn't look up from his spinning. He didn't want to see the look of pain that was crossing his father's face.
"Son, I don't know if that's the best thing for us to do," Jason knew that this was something that was going to come back up as time passed.
"Well, I guess you will have to be more convincing than that."
Jason's hair prickled. He hadn't heard that voice in nearly seventeen years. How could he have found them.
"Dad?" Bass reached for his bow.
"It's ok. Connor? How the hell did you find us?" Jason put himself between Connor and Bass.
"Well, I've come to tell you that the Republic is coming back. The people are rallying around your son here," Connor nodded towards Bass.
"Connor, find your way back home. We're not interested in being martyrs. Charlie was one, and look where it got her. She isn't here to raise her son. She gave everything for these causes and now she is gone!" Jason was finally releasing it all and he didn't care that Connor was the brunt of his anger at Charlie's death.
Jason left the room. Bass stated after his father and realized just how much he loved his mother. He knew that this whole past of fighting was a wound that didn't seem to close.
"Well, tell me Connor, how do you know my mother?"
"I'm Sebastian Monroe's son."
"What's your point? So am I."
"I thought Jason was your dad?"
"He raised when my mother died. My dad died the day I was born."
Connor stared at Bass and tried to figure everything out. Jason entered the room and looked at Connor wondering why he was here.
"Well, I have news from home. Your dear old dad is running the show and he is gonna invade Canada. Meaning that the Patriots are coming to your back door. So what are you gonna to do about it?" Connor knew this was going to spark Jason's interest.
"Son, pack some things. Tell Ms. Sims to watch the cabin and animals. It looks like we're going back to the Rockies."
So my loves, I told you that I going to end it like this for you to draw your own conclusions. Yes, I killed Charlie off but like I have always said, there is a reasoning behind what I do. So this story is complete for now and I am going to work on my others. Stay tuned y'all!