My Multicolored Cloak

The End

Blumiere's heart sank as he watched Dimentio walk away, feeling a sense of loss that he couldn't shake off. He was happy that his friend was reunited with his siblings, but he couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness at the thought of not seeing him again. As they said their goodbyes, Dimentio revealed that he had left his notebook behind. Blumiere listened carefully as Dimentio instructed him to keep the book safe, warning him of the potential dangers of the prophecies contained within. Blumiere nodded solemnly, promising to protect the book with his life. As he watched Dimentio disappear into the distance, Blumiere couldn't help but feel a sense of discomfort. He knew that the notebook was a powerful tool, but he also knew that it could be incredibly dangerous in the wrong hands. He resolved to keep the book hidden, only to be used in the most dire of circumstances.

Days turned into weeks, and Blumiere found himself growing restless. He missed his friend and longed for the days when they would sit and talk for hours on end. He often found himself staring at the notebook, wondering what secrets it held and what prophecies it contained.

As time went on, Blumiere began to wonder if they would ever meet again. He knew that Dimentio had returned to his family, but he couldn't shake the feeling that they still had a role to play in each other's lives. He had a feeling they would.

As the siblings finally arrived home, Dimentio felt a strange sense of displacement. The world he had once known felt so much smaller now as if he had outgrown it. Yet, he couldn't help but feel a sense of longing for the familiar sights and sounds of his childhood home. As he breathed in the familiar scent of the night air, Dimentio felt a sense of nostalgia wash over him. He had forgotten how much he missed the feeling of the ground beneath his feet, the sound of crickets chirping in the distance, and the gentle rustle of leaves in the wind. As they walked down the familiar path toward his childhood home, Dimentio couldn't help but feel a sense of melancholy. He knew that things would never be the same again, that he could never truly go back to the way things were before. But he also knew that he needed to do this. He needed to return to the beginning. It was time. He could almost imagine the feeling of familiarity he would soon feel once he stepped through the front door of his childhood home. He could already recognize the sense of warmth and comfort washing over him.

Ever since his children had left home, Caleb had been consumed by a terrible loneliness that he couldn't shake. The silence of the house was deafening, and the emptiness of the rooms only served to remind him of all that he had lost. Every night, he would sit outside his house, holding Dimentio's multicolored cloak and staring out into the darkness, hoping against hope that his children would come home. He missed their laughter, their jokes, and their company. He missed everything about them, from the way they would tease him to the way they would hug him tightly before bed. As the nights wore on, Caleb found himself sinking deeper and deeper into despair. He would sit outside for hours, watching the stars twinkle in the sky and wondering where his children were and what they were doing. He tried to keep himself busy during the day, but nothing seemed to fill the void that they had left behind.

As he waited outside his house, he saw a figure walking towards him. At first, he didn't recognize who it was, but as the figures drew closer, he realized that it was Dimentio, standing in front of the rest of his siblings. The second their eyes met, his heart practically stopped. Dimentio stilled as Caleb's eyes filled with tears.

He said not a word. He simply stood up, then reached forward and placed a gentle hand on the side of Dimentio's charred face, just to make sure he was real.

Dimentio's breath hitched, then he placed a hand on his father's and leaned into it.

"I'm home, Dad," he whispered. "I'm home."

Caleb softly smiled through his tears, then pulled back and placed the beautiful cloak into Dimentio's arms. Dimentio felt the weight of the soft fabric, but he didn't take his eyes off his father.