((Last posts! :'(. BTW Alexis AKA Matthew couldn't very much post at all, so I got her permission to say that Matthew died when the Hex invaded. ))
I think that I should take April home. She is bleeding on leg, I think she got hurt on the way here. I hold her in my arms. I don't know how much I will miss Adena. She was extremely rude, but only to me. I know she hates me, but I don't really care at this point. I probably wont see her again. I walk back to camp. "Just go to sleep, dear. We will be home soon." I say quietly to April. Her mother must be so worried. My mother must be so worried. I go over the mountain. The trip is silent as I think about what I'll do when I get home. Right now, we are fugitives. I keep walking, it is a good thing that April weighs so little. I reach the camp and I see Posidonia walking out of the corner of my eye.
"Wait!" I yell. She realizes that April is with me and waits for me to catch up. At least I know that Posidonia doesn't hate me anymore. "We are going home, are you going, too?"
"Yes," She says softly, she seems less peppy than I remember.
As we walk I turn back to look back at the camp where I spent a horrible week of my life. I made some friends and lots of enemies. Not the outcome I wanted, but it all turned out okay. I survived. I'm injured, but alive. So is April, that is all that matters now. And, to think we arrived here young elementals and we are leaving very different. Hades is going home where he will be safe. That is a word that I haven't used in a long time, April will soon be safe, at home. Safe. Something I haven't been for this whole week. For some reason I feel like it's been way longer than a week. I look back at all the destruction, things were peaceful, all we had to worry about was food, water, and shelter. Then chaos started here and it all ended with a death. It was depressing, but there was nothing that I could do. I tear runs down my cheek. I look back at the corpse that we are leaving behind along with all of the bad memories. He deserves a proper burial, I can arrange that. It doesn't matter what kind of person he was, nobody deserves to die. I turn around, all looking back is going to do is make me more depressed than I already am, more traumatized than I already am, need more therapy than I already am. There is no use thinking of what could've been, only think of what is. I stop thinking about the camp and we are halfway to home. Thinking about the past really is a good time killer. We finally arrive after having 3 breaks to catch our breath. I knock on the door of Ms. May's tiny house. She responds quickly.
"Sammy! Long time, no see! Why aren't you in school? Have you taught little April any new spells?" She says. As always, bombarding me with questions.
"Hello Ms. May. I am taking April back home to recover. She was in a training camp and she's been through a lot in a small amount of time." I say. Ms. May takes about 5 minutes to study me, she looks at my shiny, red hair, looks at my deep, blue eyes, and then takes April into her arms carefully. She makes sure not to wake April and carefully closes the door. I walk over to my tiny house and hesitate to knock on the door. I knock on the door and my mother responds. At first, she studies me similar to how Ms. May did. Then, she grabs my hand and says "Samantha, Samantha Jones... still as beautiful as I remember you. Trust me, i remember. I have been sick for a long time, but I could never forget my first child." She says very quietly, I could barely hear her.
I enter my house. I take a look inside, i smell the roses, such a familiar smell. I quickly step back out of the house and cry. I can't hold back the tears. Suddenly, my sister walks out and I see her, she is 8 years old now. This causes me to run into the forest and cry some more. Whenever I look at my sister, all I can see is a little baby. I am finally ready to enter the house again.
"Samantha, we have the house smell like roses to prepare for the day that you should return. I didn't know that it would be so soon." my mother says. Her voice just seems like a fantasy. Her blonde hair makes me wonder why my hair is red, her green eyes make me wonder why mine are blue. She just feels like a distant memory that i bring back with a simple spell. A family is more than a simple spell. I embrace my mother and sister. I walk into the house one small step at a time. My old room, it is exactly like I left it. They must've kept it as a memory. I sit down at the table after getting accustomed to my house.
"Honey, we've been thinking about starting our own magic school to teach mages properly. With your amazing magic skill, we could win this war once and for all." My mother says with her soft, soothing voice.
She always has amazing ideas. I just nod my head. This one idea could turn into something huge. A boy in my neighborhood knocks on the door. I answer it. David? We played together as kids!
"Ready to start the Jones Magic School?" he says teasingly. He is in on it? Great, more people to help out. I realize how much he has grown, too. Ugh, I feel like I've been gone for twenty years.
------------------------------5 years later--------------------------------
Yeah, David asked me out and the business is amazing. We are training students in combat skills. This seems too perfect to be true. Then again, meeting my mother again seems to perfect to be true. Life is just full of surprises, usually after a bad one, a good one comes along. Now, I'll have my family to be with me during the good surprises and bad surprises.
THE END!! (or is it?)