The End

The streets were filled with the crashing waves of cheering voices. The boy that had started as a mere sheepherder, an unwanted child was now returning as a victorious hero. He smiled at the woman beside him and she beamed back. She reached her hand to slip into his and they walked together through the cheering crowds.

The next page is blank, the story’s end. The journey I had taken with a boy in another world comes to a close. I sit here the story slowly fading away. I stare at the bed I sit on and listen to the sound of shouting voices. Voices not filled with cheer, but anger and hidden hurt. The work I still have yet to do waiting impatiently on my desk. My momentary bliss has ended. Reality has returned.