My Last Hope (Truth Series 4)

51: Reunited Love

A/N: We're reaching the end of le story. Only a few chapters left. I don;t know if I'm happy about that or sad. I've been working on this for over a year. :/ Either way, Enjoy the chapter!

Sierra's POV

At first all I feel is pain as I collapse. I can't keep my eyes open much longer. My body is starting to feel numb. My eyelids flutter briefly before closing. Then, I feel nothing at all. My body feels weightless.

I open my eyes to find myself sitting down in a large white space. It's like the area I took my son to. But, this place feels real. Sort of. I should say that it looks real. I can't really feel anything. I look down at my hands. They're not how I remember them. They're see through and they seem to flicker almost. Like they're there one moment and gone the next. They go in and out of existence.

"Sierra." A voice whispers my name. It comes from everywhere and nowhere at the same time.

"Hello?" I call out. My voice lingers for a moment before fading.

"Sierra! It's-" The voice skips out.

"Hello? Who's there?" I stand up. I spin in a slow circle surveying the area. All there is white.

"Sierra! It's Ca-" The voice is louder this time. I still don't know where it's coming from. But, I know who it's coming from.

"Carson?" I cry out tentatively. "Carson, my love? Is that you?"

"Sierra, please, you have to wake up!"

"What are you talking about? Carson, where are you?"

"Sierra! Wake up!"

I gasp, open my eyes, and sit up quickly. Someone hands grab my arms gently, stopping my panicked motions. I look around frantically. I calm down slowly. I'm in what looks to be the Aether. Large islands of grass and stone. I can make out a large city in the distance. It spans across several islands. Kneeling next to me, holding on to me, is a man. His dark clothing, black hair, and piercing red eyes contrast greatly with his deathly pale skin.

"Carson!" I turn and hug him. "I missed you so much!"

He hugs me tightly. "I missed you too, my dear."

We stay there together for a long while. Then, he releases me. He stands up and then helps me to my feet. "Where are we? Is this the Aether."

"No. This is where people end up when they die. Everyone here calls it No Man's Land. There are no rules as it is impossible for anyone to die here. Although there isn't much conflict here. Those who have 'good hearts' end up here." My love explains.

"Then where do the 'bad hearts' go?" I ask. He takes my hand in his. Together we walk to the city.

"No one knows. People have theories but there's no proof. The most common theory is that they get trapped in the void."

"Who decides who has a 'good heart' or a 'bad heart'?"

He shrugs. "Again no one knows. Some people thinks it's Notch that decides it but knowing your father I highly doubt it."

"Where are you taking me?" I ask curiously.

"I have a house in the city. We can move if you want but it's a place to stay for now. And there's a few people I'd like you to meet."

"Alright."

The rest of the journey is spent in random chatter. We tell stories about our lives. I tell him what happened after my kidnapping twenty years ago. We trade stories about our son.

Eventually we arrive in the city. The city is very sporadic and colorful. The houses are made of all sorts of materials, shapes, and colors. It's beautiful. Carson leads me to a large marble house.

"I'm back!" Carson shouts as we enter. He leads me into a dining and kitchen area.

"Welcome back!" A woman smiles. Her skin is light gray, her hair is black, and her dress is long and purple. "Oh." She smiles at me brightly. "Hello there."

"Hi." I smile back and give a little wave.

"Sierra, this is my mom. Mom this is my wife, Sierra."

"It's lovely to meet you, dear."

"Same to you."

"Is dad here?" Carson asks.

"In the living room with Ashlynn and the young man you brought over yesterday."

"Thanks." He drags me along to the living room.

In the living room there are two men and a women. The women is pale with orange eyes and frecklez, dark red hair, and wears a red tanktop with dark jeans. One of the men looks just like Carson, except much older. His hair is graying and he has the start of a beard. The second man I know all too well. "Stevie?"

Steven Ridgedog looks my way. "So you're here too, Sierra?"

"Yeah."

"You two know each other?" The women asks.

"Yes. I'm his sister, Sierra. I'm also Carson's wife."

"It's an honor to meet you, Sierra," The older man states with a smile. "I'm Carson's father. And this is my sister, Ashlynn."