Project Imagination

Epilogue

 Daniel woke up on the couch of the bunker. "Finally, it took you forever to wake up," Rose said smiling. Daniel got up and headed with her to the elevator. They went up and out of the bunker. When they got out they saw a portal open. Ender and Tysin were standing in front of it. N jumped out. Rose ran and hugged her brother.

"So, it happened?" N asked. Rose nodded. N started to look sadder. "You guys lose the stuff that you got too?" Rose, Ender, Tysin, and Daniel all nodded. They all walked into the forest. They stood in front of a grave. Daniel put his arm around Rose. N said a few heart filled words and then he turned to the group.

"So Ender, what are you gonna do now?"

"Oh, I don't know, maybe try and help get things fixed up around here," Ender replied. N nodded. He looked at Tysin, who just shrugged. Then he looked at Rose and Daniel. The two looked at each other. "We'll figure something out." N looked at them. He started to laugh. They all left, except for Daniel.

He looked at the grave. He felt liked it was his fault. That it should have been him. There was nothing he could do now. History was set. But, why was he stopped from sacrificing himself? He started to think. What N had said to him came to mind.

"I guess everything doesn't always have an explanation." He said. He grabbed a shovel nearby. He sighed. There was some much that had happened. Maybe he would write it all down sometime. He liked that idea, the world should know what happened. That way it wouldn't, well it hopefully wouldn't happen again.

He thought as he started replacing dirt with what to do next. Only time would tell. When he was done he looked at the empty grave he buried. He stared at the gravestone.

R.I.P.

Alice "Mink" Grey

Beloved girlfriend, friend, and hero to all. She gave her life to save the ones she loved, and for those, she didn't know. She may be gone, but her memory will live in our hearts.

It was nice. Mink would have loved it. Tears welled up in Daniel's eyes. He turned and left the grave. He may still be living right now, but a part of him seemed dead inside. Of course, he knew why. It was all his fault.