It was late when we got back, so after returning Janner's body to its original pace on the bier in the courtyard, we all went right to bed.
I lay awake long after everyone else had fallen into dreamless slumber. I was too worked up to even think about sleep, so I lay in the dark and remembered. I thought back to the Dragon Day festival in Glipwood. That was the first time I had met Janner. We had had so much fun together, playing games, teasing Kalmar, watching the dragons.
I then thought of the factory, and how that boy had been like a beacon in the dark night, inspiring me to start the revolution. I remembered him begging me to come with him, to escape with him and be free.
Why hadn't I gone with him?
I don't know.
I stayed still, thinking like that for hours. Finally I sat up. By the bit of light coming in through the cracks around the door, I could tell it was dawn. Creeping through the maze of people, I slipped out the door.
The sky was heavenly this morning. A perfect canvas put there by the Maker to remind us of all that was still beautiful in the world.
Taking a deep breath of the crisp morning air, I turned to the bier where Janner's body lay.
It was gone.
(Hey guys! I am so sorry for the delay. I've gotten caught up writing and keep forgetting to update 😬 Anyways, I hope
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The Selfless and the Hopeful
FanfictionA brief Wingfeather Saga continuation. SPOILERS!! Do you ever wonder what happens after the Warden gives it all? What becomes of him and those he holds most dear? I wondered too. Let's find out together?
