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Bonus: Your Alive (Part II)

As hours sped into days, all Tommy could do was nonchalantly whisper the words to the revival over and over. He had them memorized in his head. Now he just needed the lava and cauldron. He knew he could do it. He had to.

Hours passed before Tommy finally reached the pit of lava. Tipping his iron bucket into the liquid fire, he quickly collected the lava and raced back to the house.

This was going to be simple, or at least that's what Tommy thought.

The warmth the lava radiated as it laid in the stone cauldron was everything to Tommy. Tommy had already rewritten everything in another book to bring two people alive.

"Here goes nothing," he whispered, tossing the books into the cauldron's of lava and running behind a tree to avoid getting splashed.

A heavy gust sped past Tommy as he crouched down, his back against the tree. He was too scared to look. Too scared to see if it worked.

"George?" Tommy could hear quietly through the wind. It worked, it had to. He waited for a few moments before peeking behind the tree. What he saw left him in utter shock. There was more than just two people.

Clay, George, and one other person. A little girl, probably around ten. Clay and George where holding the other in their arms, tear streaming down their faces. The girl was hugging George by the side, of which George wrapped his arm around her as well.

Who was that girl?

Tommy stood up and stepped out from behind the tree, making his presence acknowledged. George tilted his head away from Dream's neck, looking over at Tommy. His hair had grown to cover his ears, and his eyes looked more angelic. He was paler than the clouds, of which Tommy got to touch. His voice was raspy as he spoke, "Tommy?"

Dream looked over as well, his eyes welling up in tears as looked past Tommy. He released his grip on George and took off, running past Tommy. Standing behind Tommy, in the door frame, was Drista. Tears pouring down her face as her brother engulfed her in the biggest hug.

"I never should've stayed in that stupid village!" She cried into Clay's shoulder. Clay raised a hand and patted gently down on her blonde hair.

"It's okay, we're here now, and that's all that matters," he cooed, continuing to gently pat her head. George pulled the little girl into a hug, cuddling her close.

"Uh-?" Tommy uttered, causing George to look over at him. "Oh, Tommy! This is my sister, Heather," George smiled, ruffling the small girl's hair. Clay pulled away from his hug with Drista to hug Heather, and then pressing a small kiss to George's lips. Tommy gagged and covered his eyes with his hand.

Drista led everyone inside the house, Dream and George sitting on one side of the couch while Tommy sat on the other, Heather sat on the floor and Drista stood.

"Okay first of all, how the hell did it work," Drista asked, waving her hands around in the air for expression. "A lot of searching and work, had to rewrite a book and burn it," Tommy shrugged.

"But how is there three people when you only burned two?" Drista questioned, crossing her arms over her chest and leaning back against the wall.

"Heather was too scared, she held on too tight," George uttered, tears starting to fall again. Clay noticed this and wrapped his arm around his waist. George cuddled into the ashen, resting his head against his shoulder.

"I didn't want to be alone again," Heather simply stated. Tommy understood how she felt and stood up, patting her head gently.

It's been a long day for everyone. Drista, can Heather stay in your room?" Tommy asked, of which Drista nodded and motioned for Heather to follow her. The room now was silent as George's soft snores could only be heard by the ashen.

"You two can stay in the quest room," Tommy uttered, so he didn't awake the brunet. Clay carefully maneuvered his way from under George and stood, then reached down for the brunet, carefully scooping him into his arms and following the child to the guest bedroom.

The door was open, and it invited Clay in. There was a decent sized queen bed, a dresser, and a large window that was covered by black curtains.

Clay attentively laid him on the bed, pulling the covers up to his chest and tenderly brought his lips to his forehead for a mere few seconds before pulling away and turning off the light. Tommy had already left to his bedroom, so Clay also shut the door before also laying under the covers, soon falling asleep to the comfortableness of being with his lover, his sister, and his friends. Finally alive again, and alive with the people he loves.