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Sophie put her book mark in and finally—after months of not doing anything—took a shower and went to sleep.

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Dexter Dizznee watched in shock as his cousin stood up from reading, went into the bathroom and came out with wet hair. Not that he still had a crush on Sophie enough to keep staring at her, but she hadn't done something like that in months. And he didn't mean to be rude to someone who didn't know how to cope, but she was very smelly.

What shocked him the most was that after she went to sleep, Sophie Elizabeth Foster-Ruewen voluntarily went to sleep. "Hail Edaline Ruewen." Soon enough the tired face of his Aunt pops up on his imparted. "Hello Dex, it's nice to hear from you again. Did you need something? Sophie is in a somewhat good mood, so if you want to see her I'm sure she'd let you."

Dex smiles, "You see, that's the thing Aunty, she's asleep. And she took a shower." Edaline gives me a bewildered look, but then realizes I've been spying on them from secret cameras. She smiles at me, "Thank you for informing me about that Dex, if you don't mind me, I'm going to go." He smiles back, fully knowing that his Aunt is going to tell Grady and they are going to watch Sophie sleep.

In no less than five minutes, he can see from the camera from Sophie's room that his Aunt and Uncle have cuddled up with Sophie. She looked at peace in her sleep, everyone knew that she was tired, tired of fighting, tired of loss, tired of death, and no matter how much anyone tried, they couldn't help her. Well, no one but Keefe, but he went away to protect her and Dex could not find it in himself to hate Keefe for probably doing something that would save his cousin's and multiple more lives.

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When her nephew hailed her that Sophie was sleeping, Edaline Ruewen rushed to get her husband. Together Grady and she rushed into the silent room quietly, the first thing she picked up was the books scattered everywhere—it's been a while since she's been in the room, she wanted to give Sophie some privacy. Then she registers the wet towel hanging on the chair and finally the slumbering girl.

She looked so serene and at ease, her semi dried hair plastered to her face and going wild. Edaline walked up to her daughter and moved her hair out of her face, the girl did not stir a bit though, Grady kissed their daughters head and pulled Edaline into a hug with Sophie between them. Thankfully Sophie didn't wake up, Grady was too. Edaline could have sworn that there were tears falling down his cheeks, but she couldn't see because she herself was crying.

They stayed like that for what seemed to be days until Sophie woke up, "Good Morning kiddo," Grady said, and for once in a long time the sky seemed brighter. Sophie Foster smiled, "Goodmorning Grady, Edaline." That was enough for today, that one spark of happiness. A scene from one of Sophie's books came to mind—and yes when Sophie finished a book Edaline would pick it up and read it.

What if we go on, only to more pain and despair? What if we go on, only to find a horrible end waiting for us? The girl smiled, Then it is not the end.

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Sophie Foster was at the part when the Valg were invading Anielle and Aelin didn't need her fire to kick ass. Then she saves everyone by using Maeve's death blow to evaporate the tidal wave that was sure to kill lots of people. Some witch and king spicy-ness, though they both part, Dorian giving the keys to Aelin and Manon going to Terrasen.

"We came," Manon said, loud enough that all on the city walls could hear, "to honor a promise made to Aelin Galathynius. To fight for what she promised us." Darrow said quietly, "And what was that?" Manon smiled then. "A better world."

Nox realizes that Lysandra's not Aelin, and tells Lysandra the story of him and Celaena. Aelin and Dorian use the keys, but Aelin realizes before Dorian that it's going to kill them both so she kicks him out and grabs his fathers hand. The former king of Adarlan would be put to rest a true hero who saved his son from his fate, for he is nameless as well.

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