We all grew up so fast. It felt like only yesterday we were trying to save the world and the people in it. We have survived. I looked at my group of friends, the few that still lived and felt content for once. We didn't have to run, and we all laughed at the fire.
The bottom of it reminded me of the old times, when we were running for our lives, trying to hide and act. Controlling things, we didn't even know existed and how we were to handle them. It all seems so far from here. I remember it all so clearly. I just hope that this is all over now.
"Hey, Teach Number Two, come join us!" I heard the girls yelling over the boys who were fighting. Turns out we only lost the best four people I've ever met. I know how to keep them alive, and I wouldn't let their efforts go to waste.
I headed over and around rocks to get to them and noticed the small little red bird sitting in the bush. He was a rare site to see, and I thanked him for bringing me what he promised. He looked at me and I could have sworn he smiled at me.
(My lady, I bring you some good news and some bad news.)
I could see that in his smile that he was up to something, something fun.
*I prefer the bad news first, and make it quick, I have friends to get too. *
(Well, the bad news is, I'm afraid that this fight isn't over. Far from it really.)
*The good news. *
(I'll get to see an exciting new adventure with new children, thanks to the lost ones.)
I smiled then as well and noticed he grew. He was engulfed with the red flame and headed to the sky. He, however, dropped something else. An envelope with my name on it. I opened it with care and then started to read it aloud.
"Dear Miss, I am glad to be with you. We all are. We are the descendants of the Second Generation. We are the Third Generation."