Dalemark Quartet Fanfiction: Between Hope and Death - 20. Epilogue
Between Hope and Death
Disclaimer: Some characters belong to the magnificent authoress, Diana
Wynne Jones. I just borrowed them for a while.
I only own Wyn, Aidan, Kamania and Chris Aprilian, Lady Kachioin (and her village), Miss
Coca, Mr. Calypso, Professor Weph, Life, Death, Apocalypse, Rhys, and Heulo
(aka ‘the Sun Spirit of All Knowledge.’)
I wrote this chapter from Rhys’s POV.
My name is Rhys Jenkins, and to be technical, I’m
the youngest son of Howell and Sophie Jenkins. I can’t really believe it, but
it’s been twelve years since Apocalypse’s downfall. A lot of events have
happened since then, like my nieces and nephews’ births and other relatives’
I suppose I’ll start with my older brother, Morgan.
His and Mac’s first child was born eleven years back. It was a boy and when
Morgan found out Mac was pregnant, I swear he fainted. I was only seven at the
time, but believe me he did. The boy was named Oliver and had dark hair and
brown eyes. Mor acted a little goofy, or more goofy than usual, around the baby
for a while, but eventually he got used to being a ‘dada.’
Mac gave birth to another boy two years later and
they named him Stephen. Mac always looked like she had three sons instead of
two sons and a husband but I could tell she was happy. They moved to a large
house in Porthaven and have been there ever since.
As for Wyn, she and Aidan married six months after
the Final Battle. Aidan proposed to her on her birthday and I swear she
was ready to collapse. The wedding was big and everyone was there. Aunts,
uncles, cousins, friends; I mean everyone! I was the ring bearer again and I
didn’t lose the ring this time. I kept a close eye on it for I was positive Wyn
would strangle me if I lost it. With Wyn’s supposed ‘fashion sense’ the outfits
were actually okay. The men wore red suits and the women were long blue
dresses. Wyn herself wore a beautiful white gown with ‘gems’ and sparkle on it.
The wedding ran smoothly and when the bride and
groom kissed, everyone cheered. It really was great! A year later Wyn gave
birth to twins. They were dubbed Nathaniel and Nesta and, boy, did they look
like their mother. Same ginger hair, jade colored eyes, and overall their
facial structure was quite like my sister. At their birth I was still only
seven and a half years old after all and it felt strange to me to be an uncle.
Now I’m eighteen and still have only one hyper niece
and three energetic nephews. During all these years since Apocalypse’s defeat
many things happened to me. When I was fifteen I officially graduated from the
school I had been going to. The next year, I started going to a Welsh art
school in, well, Wales. Almost everyday at seven in the morning I woke up, ate
breakfast curtsy of my mom, and went threw the door, black-blob down. I would
then transport to a spot behind a tree outside my new school. My art skills are
definitely improving and I still have two years left there!
I’ve learned loads of Welsh while here, though my
cousin, Mari, still teases me about my accent when I try to talk to her in
Welsh. I’m still practicing magic, but not as much as before because of my art
As for the whole Heulo and Rhys differences,
they’re gone. I am Heulo and Rhys, and they are me…Get it? Anyway, I
really am what they’ve become. I’m not a little kid anymore though; now I’m a
teenager with black hair, green eyes, and a love for all things art and magic.
Is love in my future? Who knows! All I know is for
now I’m content with my family, friends, and artwork.
For now, I think Wyn just got here with the terrible
twosome. I rushed out of my room and down to the main room. Yep, Wyn, Nate, and
Nesta have arrived…
The twins are eleven now and can be a handful. I am
their ‘Uncle Rhys’ after all and sometimes if Wyn and Aidan are going out, I’m
stuck with them if their ‘grandparents’ are busy.
“Hi, Uncle Rhys!” they screeched together.
I swear they’re almost as connected as Heulo
and ‘Rhys.’ I smiled and questioned, “How are my little nith and nai?”
“What are a nith and nai?” asked Nesta.
“A nith is a niece in Welsh and a nai is a nephew in
Welsh,” I answered.
“So, you are learning something besides art
in Wales…” Wyn said smirking.
“Naturally, sister dear,” I replied mockingly.
“What’s mom in Welsh, Uncle Rhys?” inquired Nate.
“Mam,” I responded. At least these words were easy.
Ask me how to say ‘international’ or something difficult and I could have
“Cool!” said Nate and Nesta simultaneously.
I sighed as Wyn turned to go. She was shorter than
me now and her face had a refined maternal quality to it. She still looked
pretty much the same to me though. As for Morgan, let’s just say he’s
attempting to grow a beard…Well he is thirty-nine years old…
Anyway, soon after that, Wyn left and Calcifer
appeared. Just in time for baby-sitting duty too… I heard a knock on the door
and do to an old habit he had, Calcifer immediately said, “Kingsbury door!”
“I know, Calcifer,” I mumbled grinning slightly. I opened
the front door to see several royal coaches in front of our lawn.
“She doesn’t give up very easily,” whispered
Calcifer in my ear. He was talking about Queen Valeria’s daughter, the
pain-in-the-butt known as Princess Talitha. I swear this girl wouldn’t take a
hint if it hit her in the face!
The princess herself stepped out of one of the
horse-drawn carriages and practically ‘bounded’ up to us. She was a year
younger than me and was the weirdest person I had ever met. She had a thick mop
of blonde curls pilled on her head and was wearing a bright pink gown with
layers of petticoats so that it was so puffed up she could barely walk. Worst
of all about this demon-like royal was she had the most atrocious voice I had
It was high-pitched and squeaky and every time I
heard it, it made me want to cover my ears. At the moment she decided to use
that awful voice. “Rhys, darlinnnnggggg!” she practically screeched, “You never
came yesterday for our date!”
“Date?!” I yelped.
“Yes, the one we were supposed to have at that
romantic spot in the palace!” the beastly girl shrieked.
“I never-” I began.
“Stop! Say no more! It was that Tiffany girl wasn’t
it?!” asked Princess her-voice-suc-er-stinks.
“What are you talking about?! I never agreed to dating
you and I’ve never dated Tiffany Wit!” I shouted.
“Oh, so it must’ve been Molly then!”
I sighed. It was like talking through a wall. Half
of what I said kept getting lost. “I’m never ever courting you, Princess
Talitha!” I roared.
“I’m rescheduling our date for one week from today,”
chirped Princess Talitha, totally ignoring me.
Yes, I’d bet all the money I have that she’ll be
back next week blaming Wendy or someone for my absence on our so-called ‘date.’
“Was that our princess?!” asked Nesta in a tone that
said quite clearly, that if she was, then the kingdom was doomed.
“Yep,” I replied simply. I closed the door and
pondered what we were going to do. A thought struck me. “How about we all go to
Wales and see a movie?” I inquired.
“Cool!” two voices yelled at the same time.
“Good, let’s go,” I said.
“See you later then,” said Calcifer ‘curling up’ in
the fire grate.
I smirked. Yes, things weren’t so different.
Well, not so unusual for the people who lived in Howl’s moving castle that is…
A/N: So that’s it! Don’t think that’s all there is to tell
though. I’ll be starting a mini story as a follow-up soon. ^_^
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Bye for now!
We’ll see you soon!
& Nesta: Bye-bye!
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