Things Lost and Found (a Waglington and Mianite fanfiction)

Chapter 32

Thank you, LostBrother , for the song suggestion of "This Is Gospel" by Panic At The Disco! I was having a hard time picking one for this chapter. :P Y'all gave me some great ideas for this chapter, and I went to town with them. :3 I hope you enjoy!

Mild warnings for this chapter: blood and death (Idk if it's even worth a warning though *shrugs*)

*Waglington's POV*

I found myself standing on the front steps of my wizard tower, but everything seemed to be in black and white. How did I get here? I asked myself. I looked down to ensure I was my wizard self and not a cat. I'm me; so why is everything in black and white? The last thing I remember was seeing Donella and my brothers at Wiztopia. I started walking down the mountain to find the others. Maybe they could tell me what had happened.

I reached the bottom of the steps to find myself not on the plain stretching toward Dagrun, but on one of the streets of Wiztopia. I turned around to see my tower had vanished. Turning back to the town before me, I saw my brothers, Jordan, Tom, and Tucker shouldering a large box as they walked through an intersection further down the street. Odd, why don't they just levitate it? It looked like they were headed towards the farm and windmills. I walked down a street parallel to theirs, hoping to catch up to them where the town opened up to the fields of wheat Killertom had designed.

As I quickened my pace, I noticed that pale colors were more and more present the closer I got to the farm. They reminded me of the pictures Ianita made when she mixed too much water with the paints Sonja had given her. I reached the field before the group I had seen, but there were others waiting when I got there. Donella, Martha, Sonja, Mot, Declan, Champwan, Echo, and Kay stood under the cheerless, cloudy sky. Everyone was dressed in black I realized. They stood a few yards away from a large rectangular hole dug into the ground across the paved walkway from the farm. A piece of wood about the size of the box I'd seen the others carrying leaned against a tree stump next to it. It clicked when I saw the others arriving with the box; they were also wearing black. No one looked happy, and most of them looked like they had been crying recently. This is a funeral.

"Sonja, what happened? Who died?" I asked quietly as I moved to stand at the edge of the waiting group. Sonja didn't answer me, but she started sobbing fresh tears as my friends and brothers lowered the coffin to the ground next to the open grave. I turned to face Sonja and reached to pull her into a hug to console her, since Tucker was part of the proceedings. Sonja could be quite affected by things, and a friend hugging her always seemed to help. I stared in shock as my arm went right through her. "What the hell?!"

I backed away from Sonja in dread. I glanced to those standing next to her; no one had noticed my outburst. I only stopped my retreat when I backed into the side of the coffin. I did not want to look, but my eyes slowly turned to the open casket behind me. Cold fear shot up my spine as I came face to face with me. This was my funeral.

"No. No, no, no! This can't be happening," I said in bewilderment. "If I'm dead, I shouldn't still be here!" I felt immensely cheated. I also still felt quite alive. None of this made sense.

As Declan cleared his throat to start the eulogy, the scene faded into muddied colors and sounds that reformed into the barren ocean north of Dagrun and my tower. Tucker and I were flying around, building what looked like a dam near the mouth of a river that was still emptying into the dried and crevice riddled sea bed. We were laughing and joking as we shored up a section that had been damaged by a small landslide. I was standing on top of the dam, looking down at myself and Tucker as they—we worked. I was very confused as I watched.