Epilogue

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January tenth, Wednesday

Life did go on like Sander had said thought there were a few changes that happened. With time my wounds healed – a little faster than a regular humans, however – though I still had minor soreness and stiffness, but the bruises were gone now, and my few scrapes and cuts were all but invisible. My arm was still heavily casted as well as my fingers – Sander played down a lot for my injuries – but I could walk again though I had to be careful not to aggravate my burns.

My dad had decided to keep the Manor of Kalan and make it our new home and sell our old one with every item of furniture in. He had a hard time adjusting to the new life we had – not having mom around, me having powers when other humans did not – and Sander. I shook my head at the thought and smiled slightly setting my plate of pancakes down with my good hand.

My dad was sitting at the table across from me reading the morning paper. I sighed happily and sat down. "Moring dad, how are you?" I asked him. My dad peered over the newspaper pushing his reading glasses up his nose. "I'm, um, fine I guess." He said uninterestedly. He must have been reading something interesting before I interrupted his reading.

Breakfast went by quickly because I ate faster than I normally would, eager to see Sander for the first time today. When I was done I brought my plate to the sink and scrubbed it. Then I walked out into the pale gray sky and biting coolness. I peered into the fog of the morning putting my hand just above my eyes to see through the thickness.

Sander's figure started to take shape from the fog as he moved closer to me. I smiled in anticipation as he stopped directly in front of me. "Hey." I said blissfully. Sander smiled and took my good hand in his folding his fingers through mine. Slowly he pulled me in for a kiss. He pulled away and then I asked, "What's on the agenda today?" I twisted around so that I could be on the side of Sander.

"How about going to my place today? You said you wanted to visit it." He suggested a gleam in his bright eyes. I nodded feeling a wave of excitement and thrill at the thought of going to Sander's manor. I had been dying to visit. "Great. Let's tell my dad." I said tugging on our entwined hands.

Life wasn't perfect but for now everything had settled.

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