Not a Hero

Part 8: The End

After Pristime was defeated, Oliver and Casey had a choice to make, stay in Visterra or go back to Earth. Casey, the hero of prophecy, chose to return to Earth because he failed to fulfill said prophecy. Oliver couldn’t decide, but he didn’t have to when he felt a hand grab his arm. He turned around, and both Aster and Drodin were holding onto his wrist.
“You’re not getting away from us that easily.” said Aster.
Drodin said, “Don’t phrase it like that! You can’t actually force him to stay!”
“Tough love! I…. I meant to say tough luck! He will not leave me behind!”
Drodin slyly asked, “Why? Are you going to tell me you’re a couple?”
Aster blushed red as a raspberry and floored Drodin with a haymaker, but before she could deliver the beatdown, Oliver put his hand on her shoulder and asked, “If I promise to stay, will you promise not to hurt him?”
Aster’s face was still red as she said, “Sure, I promise.”
Now Drodin’s face was red with a bloody nose, and he said, “You have Pristime’s book now. Doesn’t that mean you can’t do bad deeds like punch people anymore?”
Oliver said, “I think this one is just dangerously forgiving. If that was true, then Pristime wouldn’t have been able to go through with his plan.”
“Ah ha!” said Drodin. “But that doesn’t mean that you don’t have to do good deeds! So heal me!”
Aster sighed, flipped through her book, and said, “Hipoc lepia.”
Oliver felt the pain in his face go away and he joyfully stood up. The druid jumped for joy and opened the door to the tower. He smiled and said, “Let’s go home. I want you guys to meet my brother already, preferably on solid ground.”
Aster asked, “He isn’t dead yet? I should go fix that. Wait! Speaking of which, I’m certain I can bring back people who have been murdered using the power of this book. Perhaps we should take another trip to the mountains?”
“First of all, you’re not killing my brother. Second, you’re not bringing anyone back from the dead! It’s against the laws of nature!”
“I'm no druid. I care not for any laws of nature. I say that those dwarves didn't deserve to die! Now, they are coming back, whether you like it or not!”

Drodin and Aster argued as they went through the door, and Oliver watched as the tower floated back through the portal into Visterra. The skies weren’t bluer by much, but they put a smile on Oliver’s face. Then, he turned back to the door and Oliver sighed because they were still shouting at each other. In the beginning, Oliver would have chosen to be special rather than have friends. Now, that fast talking druid and mouth punching princess were his friends, he was their hero, and while both worlds might not care, Oliver knew he could live with it. This was the beginning of a new chapter in his life, and while no one would still call the child a hero, Oliver had all the time in the world to prove himself.