Finally! The epilogue for this one and DONE with the trilogy! That means all my stories are finished and now I can get to sleep! xD no, I won’t sleep, but will have time to gather new ideas for new stories!

I hope you like it, please review!

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Epilogue.

“Storm cried out that night
Breaking silence in the sky
Raindrops held eachother tight
Watching angels, how they’d fly

I saw life come and go
Breathed away in silent stream
Saw my soul in ashes grow
In eternal chase for that dream

Oh, fool humans, how they’d waste
The land they were given to praise
Oh, come now son and embrace
The path you are meant to trace”

“What are you going to do with it? What about the rest of them?”

“Your mother will help me with that. I think we will be able to publish them, I hope so.” My father answers while I hand him back the old piece of rough paper.

“Are you sure she wanted them to be published?”

“That’s what’s written in her diary… in 1997, she tells her son she wants to publish a book for him some day.” My father speaks about Halina as if she wasn’t his mother.

“But she had no son in that time… she thought him long dead, wasn’t it?”

“Yeah, yet she talked to him through her diaries and written jobs.” Then he submerges again in another page, and I look through the dirty window of the train.

There’s a rainstorm out there, and a lot of snow in the storm. It’ll start melting slowly, if the snow in this place ever melts. It’s cold all the time, but we’re getting each time closer to Moscow, and there the snow disappears for a lot of time during the year.

My father is no longer tense, he seems to be accepting what has happened and in fact, he talked to me about Halina’s work since we left Stadavok. Now he remains silent, and I feel a bit tired so I limit myself to look through the window and don’t speak anymore.

I notice my father closes his eyes, and smiles weakly. Suddenly I realize he has fallen asleep. I put my hands on the pockets of my coat and search for something I put in it hours later. A paper I found in the floor of the room where my father wanted me to sleep.

I unfold it, it’s a piece of school sheet of 5x3 centimeters. Then I look at what’s written on it, it’s almost erased by the pass of time, in blue tint, like the ones classmates and friends throw between eachother so that the teacher doesn’t notice.

“Halina Nukomo: 97th, Heathey st.,
Stadavok, Russia.
(Train leaves Moscow at 10, don’t be late)”

I have a strange feeling about it, and decide not only to copy what is written on it into my notebook, but to put the paper back where it was, in case my father knows about it’s existence I don’t want him to know I have it.

Won’t I know now that when we arrive home and by mistake give my coat to my father, I’ll find him an hour later with the paper in his hands, tears falling from his eyes.

Well.. finally that’s all. If you don’t understand something please let me know, I know it’s a bit confusing but if you paid attention specially at the beginning of the triology, you will know where that paper comes from.

Thank you to: Rina, Anna, Aeon, and everyone who has supported my story along the months it took me to finish it.

I love you!

Mikaera.