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The days changed like you wouldn't believe. When he was here, the grass was green, the flowers were pink, & the night was so bright. Life had sunshine & smiles, and all those things us pessimist's despise. Home wasn't like it used to be, because a house was never home, & he was never really planted like the flowers that lead up to their house. He was home, and anywhere they went, as long as they were together, they were home. There is, in fact, no place like it. After he died, everything suddenly lost taste, like he had taken it with him. So, she had to become friendly with the darkness and all sorts of scum, like the sewer rats & the Venus fly traps that she thought sometimes talked to her. She had become comfortably numb. All the animals spoke highly of him, and they only really fear the Seventh Son, his offspring. It wasn't quite prophecy, but his rage & evil were predicted not long ago; regardless, she ignored it for as long as she could, because ignorance is bliss, right?


24. Epilogue

The gravestones were of off black granite, and were chiseled with the inscriptions: 

"Mitchell Boyd Carson, the bittersweet" 

"Amelie Jennifer East, the brave"

"Thomas Paul Carson, the stronghold"

And in the cemetery they all were next to each other.

Maybelyn visited them for awhile but needed a change of scenery, so like she told her angel, she sold her house and moved to Amsterdam, And adopted a boy who she named Hilkiah.

Maybelyn will be forever in debt to that angel, and always remembers him through her new son. 

She never felt alone with him around, and even raised him like a normal child, letting go of her past. 

Sure there were scary monsters out there, but he didn't need to know that and her method was simple: if you can't see it, it doesn't exist, so she lived the life she always wanted.

She laughed at the thought of scary things, because she tried so hard to prove to herself that she had done enough good and enough harm to the world to ever wield a wand or mix a potion ever again. 

Watercolours became a big part of both her and her son's life; a hobby in which they both spent time with each other and calming atmospheres like being at the park or the garden outside. 

Amsterdam brought everything Maybelyn didn't know she needed, such as the small shops, brick roads, bicycles, flowers, trees and rivers, but she knew she needed joy, and a different path to walk,  which a change of scenery and the opportunity of having another son, definitely provided.

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