The very last chapter of Nameless, Faceless! Yay! I have some thank-yous. First, to EVERYONE who favorited, followed, reviewed, or even read this story. Second, to my Editor of Awesomeness, xxgo4goldxx! When she becomes an official beta, I want ALL of you to spam her with beta requests. But seriously, she's an excellent editor in all aspects.
On a side note, I finished this while listening to an ad about chickens. ^_^
I never saw them again. Not one of the people I met, the family I loved, the king and queen who I still didn't know how to think of. Miki and Yoru and Ran and Ami and Mama and Papa remained memories that I treasured safely and guarded.
I could tell you the rest of my life story. I could explain in detail returning to Earth, getting an education, moving into my own apartment when I was eighteen and getting a job soon after. I could narrate the story of how, a few weeks after my return, I stumbled upon Ikuto crying in his bedroom, an image of Nadeshiko blotched with teardrops, how I helped him pick up the pieces and listened to him play the violin for the first time in three years. I could tell the stories of how the broken mended - myself included.
We grew into happy people, successful people. We hadn't seen a demon nor touched a magical weapon since we came back to Earth. Perhaps the whole "demons on Earth to defeat Guardians and bring darkness" was simply a ploy to have me captured.
. . .How big of an impact had I made?
It sent chills down my spine every time I thought about it. Me, the girl who had no reflection, had made such a difference to so many people. I was loved and cared for by my friends. I was learning, growing, changing in a world where people saw me.
Sometimes I would sneak into the backyard of Ikuto and Utau's house with my sword clutched tightly to me and play with magic. In this world, I couldn't touch this only connection to my old life without the weapons I never used while my friends watched. I watched the spells dance in the sky, and a homesick part of me would always wonder if I had the right to enjoy this life. But then I would remember that a life had been given for mine, and I kept on holding my head high.
Who knew death could be so inspirational? Of course I grieved for Nadeshiko, but I refused to live my life wishing for what would never happen. Instead I lived in the moment, joyous with what I had and who I had. I lived every second cherishing myself, my life, my identity.
The lost little Guardian who could do nothing but pity herself and depend on others to save her had morphed into someone else. The sad girl who called herself Nameless, Faceless was now Amu Hinamori, the girl with a name and a face and so much more.
My identity will never be taken from me again.
The end of the tale of the nameless, faceless girl.