Forlot - Books 1-3 {Completed}

Chapter Forty-Five

"Nigel? Nigel."

I felt somebody shaking me and saying my name. I grunted, and my eyes fluttered open. I found myself lying on my back and glanced up.

There was a lamp dangling from the ceiling, its light was shining on me as if I were in the middle of a show. The ceiling looked to be made of wood. Pieces of the wood were missing, for I saw the large holes.

I held out my arms and stretched, my fingers and palms rubbing against the floor. I felt smooth wood underneath my fingertips.

"Are you okay?"

Hearing the voice again, I slightly moved my head.

And spotted a dark figure.

I flinched and quickly got on my own two feet. The floorboards creaked beneath my shoes.

"Relax," the figure said. "It is just me."

I then sighed in relief, recognizing the voice.

"Karla," I finally spoke. "Oh my gosh. For a second, I thought that it was a shadow."

Karla giggled. "Speaking of shadows..." She walked to me, and I gasped.

I was looking at a human girl.

The girl's hair was blonde and pulled back in a ponytail. She had on a short-sleeved shirt and light blue pants. The shirt was light green with light blue and white stripes. She was also wearing white shoes and a purple bracelet on her left wrist.

"What do you think?" the girl asked. She sounded like Karla.

Was the human really Karla?

"K-Karla?" I said. "Is...is that you?"

"Yes!" she exclaimed happily. "I am human again!" She pulled me in a hug. "Thank you so much! Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

I blushed. "Um...you are welcome?"

I hugged her back and surveyed my surroundings. Boxes were either stacked or scattered everywhere. There was a round window at the end, and purple light from the sky escaped through it and into the room. Long, white sheets covered mostly everything.

I spotted the mirror.

Everything but the mirror.

The glass sparkled, and the reflections of me and Karla were shone by the shiny glass.

"Are we...home?" I wondered.

Karla pulled away from the hug and nodded. "Yes," she responded, smiling. "Yes, we are. It is all thanks to you."

"How...how did we get here?" I looked around. "And where are Maxine and the shadow people?"

"When the shadow people's souls were finally free, they returned home."

"So...they are dead?"

She facepalmed. "No! What makes you think that their souls are gone from this planet?"

"Well...you made it sound like...that their souls went to the heavens."

She sighed. "That is not what I meant. Their souls are back in their physical forms. They are human once more and are back home where the Nerians had killed them."

"Oh. That makes sense too."

"As for Maxine, she is downstairs. In the kitchen."

"...why is she there?"

"For certain reasons." She took my wrist, wrapping her fingers around it. Her fingers were warm. "Come on. Let us go and see her."

I glanced at the mirror, and then back at her. "Hold on."

Karla let go of my wrist. "What? What is it?"

"There is something that I have to do first. Just to be on the safe side."

I looked around the floor and noticed a hammer. I picked it up, went over to the mirror...

...and smash!

I smashed the glass with the hammer.

Karla did not seem to be alarmed of the idea. She stood where she was and watched as I continued smashing the mirror, breaking the glass until the glass became tiny shards.

When I was finished, I tossed the hammer aside and got a broom and dustpan that were near me. I bent down and began brushing the shards of glass into the dustpan.

"You can wait until later to clean that mess up," Karla suggested.

I shook my head. "I am not taking any chances," I replied.

No sooner did I get done. I laid the broom against the wall and checked to make sure that I had gotten all the glass, and then slowly stood up. I headed downstairs, and Karla followed me. I took my sweet time going down the stairs, not wanting to spill any pieces of the glass and make another mess.

I got to the bottom and walked into the kitchen. I was almost to the trash can, when I heard a voice.

"Hi, Nigel."

"Huh?" I glanced at the kitchen table. Sitting at the table were Maxine...

...and...

"Mom?"