an~ give. me. IDEAS! everyone says update, but no one says what to do! wahh! yeah, im desperate but too lazy to change that part. this is because im not happy with mr. buckley for only putting up 21 pages of the next book on his site. he cut daphne off in the middle of a sentence! he makes me mad, im gonna write something depressing.
It was all over. Everything. Gone, just like that.
They lost. She was the only one left alive. Goldilocks hadn't worked, the house had been broken into, everyone inside had been killed, and then it was just the three of them, fighting against the most powerful organization in the world.
Puck had been the first of their little band to die. He'd gone down fighting, trying to protect them. The two had been devastated, but had gone on fighting. She thought that, if it hadn't been for her sister, she would have given up right then, just gone to the Scarlet Hand, said, "kill me, I don't care anymore", and let them take over the world, but she'd been convinced not to. They'd gone to Mr. Canis for help.
That turned out to be the worst decision they'd ever made.
Mr. Canis was the master, and he would have killed them both, but her sister had sacrificed herself so that she could get away. She would have given up, but it wasn't what everyone else would have wanted. She had to keep living, hide out here, safe, and not let anyone else find her.
All she could really do here was think. Think about her sister, about the rest of the family, about the betrayal. She missed them all so much, and the parents she had never seen awake. How cold Mr. Canis have done that? He was Granny's most trusted companion, her best friend. Why? He had killed the only person she had left in the world, destroyed the future she'd seen two months ago. Her sister had been extremely mature for her age at the end; it was surprising how much she had grown up over the last two years. She had been too young to die. It wasn't fair. She hadn't been fair to her when she was alive, now that she thought about it. She'd though she was being dumb and rude, when really she'd always been trying to do what she thought was right. She felt so bad. And she couldn't ever explain. Once, her life had seemed like a story out of one of those fairytales, but now, if it was a story, it was a tragedy. And there was nothing she could do about it.
But there was one thing she could keep on doing. She could keep on living, fighting in secret, maybe grow up and get married someday, have a kid. then she would have done everything in her power to keep the Scarlet Hand at bay. She had to keep fighting. For Sabrina.
an~ not what you were expecting, was it? but daphne really is unfair to sabrina. look at book 4! i seem to be incapable of writing really angsty angst. they all have a hopeful ending.