Trials of the Junsuikaoni: In Pursuit of a Prophecy: The Final Act (Book 4)

Noah and his team return home only to find that their lives will once again be turned upside down with the arrival of the new Academy Council. Their arrival triggers old wounds that they didn't even know they had, while precipitating their current ones. This all couldn't have happened at a worse time as the foretold Prophecy has finally been set in motion as Judas makes his move. After arduous training, Noah and his team set off on their most dangerous journey yet to gather the sacred shards of the Great Sword of Sorrow, the only weapon that can end the reign of Judas and eliminate the Junsuikaoni demons once and for all. However, the trials they each will have to face along the way will hold more danger than they've ever known. Witness the epic conclusion to a battle over 20 years in the making as Noah faces off against his brother Judas and the prophecy is at last fulfilled. Just which way will the hands of fate turn in the end? Will they ever find the happiness that they seek?


9. Epilogue

     Macy staggers, falling to the ground in exhaustion. How far has she traveled over the last several days or has it been weeks? Did she reach her destination? Will she finally be reunited with her precious light? She doesn’t know, but what she does know is that she can’t go any further. She lies on the cold ground, finally ready to die, but then she hears a voice speak to her.

“You can’t die yet Macy. Not now and not in this place. Stand up.”

She gets to her feet and starts to turn towards the voice, but she cannot move. “Who are you? What do you want from me? I have nothing left to give. I just want to die in peace.”

“Do you sin?”

She laughs. “Seriously? It’s my turn, now is it? Ok, I do sin, everything I’ve done till now has been a sin. I name it and I claim it. So, what now, will you have me serve you or will you possess me? Either way I suppose I’m destined to be your slave. I’ll do whatever you wish.”

“You shall serve me, but not as a slave. You will have your free will, but all I ask is that you record all that’s happened. The world is cleansed of Bakemon and of their sin, but that also means they will soon be forgotten. Their existence must live on, so that no one will forget. In time, all those involved will forget, their memories of these events slowly fading and becoming nothing more than a dream, this includes those four, who now live as humans. You will be the only person to remember everything and therefore you must be the one to write it down. To the humans, they will become fables and fantasy, but the lessons will remain. They must be heard. Tell of fantastical tales, vivid worlds, and most of all, the tale of Noah Gremory. Will you?”

Macy thinks she can finally understand. She thought that it was her destiny to lead the Junsui, but that was just a temporary state. She is a true lost girl, with no true home. She’s the only one who can journey across all lands and spread these stories, so that no one will fully forget that the Bakemon did exist and that so many important aspects of history were thanks to them. She can’t let them die, she can’t let the humans forget. She must not let the world forget about the young man who lost everything and gained nothing, to save all their souls. “I will!”

“Very well. From this day, forth, you shall be known as The Author. You’ll record the past, the present and the future from the shadows and your decedents will follow. So, it shall be.”

There is a strong gust of wind and instantly, Macy is freed. She spins around, hoping to catch a glimpse of who spoke to her, but there was no one. She decides that it’s best to just leave it be and consider it one of those unknown phenomenon humans are not meant to understand. She looks around a realizes she recognizes her surroundings. “So, I did make it here.” She looks into the window of the home before her and sees a little baby, only about a month old, lying in a crib. His red hair and yellow eyes just as beautiful as his father before him. Macy touches the glass, tears falling from her eyes. “I’m sorry, I can’t be with you now. The life of a wanderer is no place for a child. You’ll be much safer and happier here. It’s what’s best for you, Meison.”

“So, that’s his name, I had a feeling it’d be something beautiful.” Macy is startled, by the sudden voice, sweet and familiar. She turns and her eyes meet with the woman she never thought she’d see again. “I had wondered just what kind of person would leave a newborn baby on our doorstep, and even though Mason was sure it was some derelict, I just knew they’d be someone lost and confused. A lonely soul, desperately seeking a home, but feeling like she had no place to belong. Feeling outcasted and rejected by the only people she ever loved and wanted. The people she knew would be the only ones she’d trust with such a precious bundle.” She steps closer, tears in her eyes. “You say you can’t stay because you are a wanderer and you can’t bring him with you because that’s no life for a child, but I believe a child’s place is always with their mother, their parents, no matter where that place may be. I’m sure you have your reasons, but I’m not going to let you walk away from us again without a proper goodbye. Not this time. So, won’t you come inside and rest your body, just for a little while? Let me see you one more time, my darling daughter, my Macy.” She holds out her arms, calling Macy into them.

“You…you remember? How, it’s impossible. You were never going to…Mommy?”

“For so long, I’ve felt like there was a piece of me missing, but I could never understand why. I’d dream of holding a precious child, but the face was always blurred and every time I felt I was close to remembering a name, I’d wake up. For Mason, too, something was missing, but then a few weeks ago, everything came back. We remembered our daughter, our Macy and how she went away, though we can’t quite remember why. But I had prayed we’d meet you again and it seems our prayers were answered and you even brought to us, our precious grandchild. I don’t understand how it is that you could be standing before as a woman now, but no matter how your body may have changed, I could never forget the face of my precious daughter. So please, stay.”

Macy can’t believe that this is real and thinks that she must be in a dream, but when her mother wraps her arms around her and holds her tight, she knows it is real. She begins to cry and wraps her arms around her too. “Mama, mama, mama!” She cries as though she’s five again.

“Oh, my Macy. I’m so sorry. You were sad, weren’t you? And so, lonely, right?”

“Mmhmm, it was so lonely Mama. I was so scared. I wanted to come home for so long.”

“You’re home now and don’t you ever go away again. No matter what situation you may be in, we’ll figure it out together. We’re a family and so we must always stay together. We need you, your son needs you and your new baby sister is going to need you too.” Her mother places a hand on her stomach and Macy understands what she’s saying.

“I’m going to be a big sister? Really?”

“That’s right, and now that you’re grown, she’ll have a true role model to grow up and aspire to be like. That is of course if you’ll stay with us. Will you stay with us Macy?”

Macy thought she’d have to live a life of solitude and travel the world spreading her stories, but now she realizes that she doesn’t need to. The mysterious voice simply said she must record all history, but that doesn’t mean she must do it alone. She will take on the title of Author as has been assigned to her, but she will do it from here, beside her family and her son. She will teach him all the truths of the Bakemon, so that he may continue this duty when she’s expired. This is her fate and probably what the voice wanted her to realize. She will not let the memory of the Bakemon or her Uncle die. The world will know their stories and she will write it, one page at a time. She smiles at her mother and says through her tears, “yes, I will stay, always.”


From the rooftop, two figures stand above, watching as Macy and her mother go inside. “She’ll be happy now, won’t she?” A woman speaks, her light purple hair flowing in the wind.

The man stands beside her and nods, his hooded cape flowing in the wind as his loving wife takes his hand. “Time will pass, lives will begin and end, time and time again, but as long as there is someone to write it down, the stories that must be told will never be forgotten. This is my legacy, this is my story. May they never forget.” With a passing wind, they vanish to the abyss. 

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