And So Began A Legend

Part Three~ Life, Pain, and Sacrafice

A/N:

Omfg, the last part. I'm literally crying right now, you guys. I've gotten so far that I've finished a book with over two thousand reads. But it's not me that does that, it's you, and I wouldn't be doing what I love if it weren't for you guys. So thank you, for everything. For sticking around, commenting, reading, for just being here in general. For being the best people I could ever ask to know.

Again, thank you all. Listen to the song on the side (awesome vid isn't mine!), and I hope you have a magnificent day!

~CynderLavigne

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"...We locked eyes

For just a moment or two

She asked why

I said "I don't know why

I just know

I just know"

Go on alone, 'cause I won't follow

This isn't giving up, no this is letting go

I made most of all this sorrow

I tried to brave this discontent,

but now I'm through

I'm letting go of you...."

~Rise Against, This Is Letting Go

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Chapter Four ~ What You Would Sacrifice

Part Three ~ "Life, Pain and Sacrifice"

Sometimes life is a bitch. It brings pain, and heartbreak, and grief, death. It brings love, romance, emotions. Nobody ever asks for any of it, but they get it anyway. Nobody ever volunteers to sacrifice their loved ones, or their homes, or their own health.

It just happens. And there's nothing you can ever do about it.

Jasmine let Daniel help Sargatanas hobble up the stairs to Astaroth's house. They'd decided to bunk up there -- seeing as Astaroth obviously wouldn't come back for it.

She stayed behind, downstairs, and listened to the silence.

"Almost there," Adam would say. "We're two steps ahead of her now. Chin up, yeah?"

She had no idea what to say to Kate. "I'm sorry I was too weak to save your son." Right, that would blow over well. No matter how understanding and kind Kate was, no mother ever reacted well to losing a child. Not that Jasmine expected her to. It just didn't work that way, and it never would.

She limped up the stairs, wiping her cheeks on the way. The tears hadn't stopped flowing, and she figured they wouldn't for a while. She didn't even trust herself to speak.

Sylvia was snoring on the couch, Malik perched on the arm above her head with fresh clothes on. He was gently wiping the blood from his wife's face, a loving expression on his own.

Daniel was watching his parents from the kitchen, grinning to himself. Jasmine could tell he felt like shit, like she did, but still...everyone had ways of coping with loss. Sam was leaning against the wall, watching the room with a guarded expression. Sargatanas was sprawled on the floor, a blanket thrown over him. He must've just dropped and they left him there.

And Kate....

She stood from the recliner. "Is he coming?"

Jasmine opened her mouth and snapped it shut as the room went silent. It was a still silence, quieter than a funeral. She didn't know what to say, couldn't find the words to express anything. How did she tell a mother that her son was as good as dead? That the boy who had fought so hard, that the mother who had died and been brought back to be reunited, were ripped apart from one another seconds after finding each other?