East (Book 3)

Sierra's Note

That's when we all started to sob. Gaston just looked at us and eventually saw our wounds. "Ohhhh uh yeah..... um, I have no words." I saw that West's patched wound was no longer patched. Sniffling, I looked at South who looked at West. She patched West up again and the bandage disintegrated. "Umm...." South began, "is there any chance some of your blood might be lava-like, temperature wise?" West laughed nervously. "Yeah..... It's as hot as white fire. I'll just patch it up myself." The wound burst into flames. "What the heck?!?!" North exclaimed. The flames died down and West's wound was completely gone, except for a minor scar. "How come only you can do that?!" I asked. West just shrugged. "It's a firstborn thing I'm guessing." South rolled her eyes. "Let's go see Sierra." She said. We walked (South and North limped) in nervously. Breaking out into hysterics and tears (except for Gaston who was awkwardly and quietly standing there shedding a tear or two) as we looked at our very much dead mother. There was a note covered in drops of blood. It was readable. West and Gaston read it first. He hugged her tightly as she sobbed. He gave the note to South, North and I. When I read it, I almost broke down wailing.

My dearest daughters. To West, South, North and East.

It was raining when I first met your father in Sicily. He was the kindest most gentle and caring person I'd ever met. We became close friends for a while when he asked me on my first date. Nervously, I said yes.

We eventually married and I got pregnant. I had you four. Yes, you are quadruplets. Each born about a minimum of one and a maximum of three minutes apart.

I soon found out that Malden was the opposite from what I thought. I sent West to an orphanage, South to live with my parents, North to live with a few friends of mine as a foster child, and kept East with me, where we fled to America and changed our names.

I made sure you all went to the same high school in case of occurring accident. After the whole incident with Malden, where we all ended up staying in a rock, I just didn't feel like living anymore. I'm sure a prophecy was made for me wasn't it?

I guess I am in a better place. I understand that I have known three of you as much as I have known East, but in my heart it feels like an eternity that we've been together.

During these dark days it's hard to feel positive. Don't be like me. Never has there been a day before you all truly knew who I am where I didn't mourn over the lack of your presence. I know this all sounds cheesy but I am speaking from the bottom of my heart.

As I shed my final tears in writing this note for you, I want you to know that I will always be watching over you and smiling at what you will become. Great heroes, and the greatest daughters a mother could ever ask for.

Te amo le mie figlie.
Sierra