Thousands of years have gone by while Ender and his siter travel the universe in search of a home. The world they once knew as Earth now a distant memory. The name of Ender Wiggin now a faded legacy on their birth world. Never to be forgotten.
Generations passing and slowly Ender is becoming a bedtime story yold to young children as they sleep. The real story is slowly, but not entirely, fading.
Ender and Valentine have entered new solar systems and gallxies. But finally Ender has found it. A place for this delicate race to grow. On a sustainable rock thousands of years from any one world. A place for old yet new race to be born.
A small larva is settled in near by water. And just like the humans on Earth they started in water, where they will soon adapt and grow to live on land.
Everyday just like clockwork Ender and Valintine check on the larva. But everytime it is just same as the day they placed it in the nursey.
Months and soon years pass. Ender is now alone. With his sister dead. He makes a grave for her next to the larva to set remind for something he does not know yet.
Years pass. Ender, now 76 years old, wonders how life would be for this race. Would they remember all evil Ender has brought apon their kind? Would they want revenge on Earth, just like he had thought them to? Would they know that they have finally been forgiven for the first invasion? Would they become a speaker for.the dead?
Ender begins to write. To who? The buggers can not read. His friends are all dead. But that does not stop him.
Everyone the knew now dead. Valentine, Peter, Mother, Father, Stilson, Bonzo, Graff, Mazer, Petra, Bean, Alai, Benard, Dink, Crazy Tom, Shen, Hot Soup, Fly Molo, Carn Carby, Rose de Nose, Anderson, Dap, Pol, William Bee, Talo Momoe, the buggers. Memories, faces all coming back to him like a flood. All of these people dead. Their children, dead. Their grand children, their great-grand children, great-greats, all dead. Now just a faded memory in an old man's mind.
Everything and everyone he knew inked on paper waiting to be read by no one.
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The queen finally awakes. She awakes to a sign that reads: A Speaker for the Dead. Next to a small grave that is marked V.W.
There is a ship there that hasn't been used in sixty years. Inside lay remains of a great leader, warrior, comander. A man whose childhood was stolen from him at a young age. Who's name marks the pages of textbooks in a world thousands of years away.
Years of memory flushed into each new bugger born into the new world, Ender's World. The buggers have no consept of human death, yet still a grave is made next to the previous. It is marked A.W.
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Author's Note:
Again this is based off of the book. I just finished reading Ender's Game and thought it would be great if I somewhat finished it. Sorry if its not what you exspected, but not everyone can be as marvolous as Orson Scott Card.
Hope you guys enjoyed! ;) love yah!
-A.B.R.
