I close the journal in front of me, signaling I'm done telling the story.
One of the kids pipes up. "So..... is he still in prison? The bad guy?"
I chuckle. "He won't be getting out for at least fifty years. And even then, nobody really follows his rhetoric anymore. I've got a job, both your dads do, your uncle does. There aren't many people who think like him anymore."
Eric walks through the door. "So, they're still making you tell it over and over again?"
"They sure are, but I love it. You know I do and so do they."
It's been quite a while since I last talked to you, hasn't it?
I'll give a recap
Three weeks post verdict, Lysandre was officially sentenced to life in prison. Three times. Eric, Julian, Ethan, and I live together. And if you didn't catch the earlier part, we adopted kids.
There's three of them, they're pretty young, the eldest being 12, youngest being 7. Even then, I probably shouldn't be talking, considering all I did when I was a teenager.
Speaking of teens with a strong sense of justice, I graduated law school last year with my doctorate (that's right, I'm now Dr. Ahara, although the only people I allow to call me that are my clients.) and I work primarily on cases revolving around the supernatural. Eric went back to school and finished his degree three years ago, and has been working as head chef at a local restaurant in town.
Ethan works in a magic apothecary hybrid, running a podcast with the four of us. We call it "Dinner With The War Stories Uncles".
I can't forget about Julian. He's a botanist, a bit of a flower child. His childhood love of nature seemed to carry over into this part of his life.
My youngest taps my journal, attempting to get my attention.
"Do you... think we could see it? The forest?"
We've since moved to a place where the kids can go to school without having to walk through seven miles of brush. It's still woodsy, though.
"I think you're all old enough. We can go when Julian gets home, alright?"
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I think this is a perfect place to end off. The seven of us, in front of the old cabin. It's just starting to grow over, but it's still our home in a sense.
Eric takes out a sign he widdled, placing it into the ground in front.
Forever and always
The Ferris-Bathory-Ahara family
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Fin.
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Blue Eyes, White Lies
Misteri / ThrillerSmall, Pennsylvanian towns are no place for danger. Unfortunately, 'danger' likes small towns. Keiji was thirteen when he first saw it. Now, eight years later, he's a college student, working to become a lawyer. Until he sees 'it' again. From then...
