So i was reading over my stories and I realize that some of my unfinished work already has these amazing endings written that make me can't wait to write the rest. Since everyone has such great ideas and the threads on here are usually fun to read, I thought I'd start one too..you know just for fun.
So here goes...post the ending of a piece (comic or novel) that you are working. An ending that you love and/or feel will make other people want to read the beginning. (kind of like how we all used to read the ending of a book for English class lol)
Here the ending to a book I haven't titled yet. For now its called Demi-Gods or D.A.W.G.S.
Shaking, Yong breathed heavily as he stared at the ground. His body quaked from exertion. Merely maintaining his presence in the physical world was exhausting. Coldly I watched him. While I wanted to feel nothing for him, I still did. His sweating, pained face reminded me, oddly enough, of his sweet smile on those rare occasions when we had been alone. Yet, that only reminded me of how he had comforted me when Mama had been killed and that led me to how my father had found out about Mama and my feelings. That recollection sprung my rage again. Spinning on my heels, I purposefully strode away from him.
I had done my duty by D.A.W.G. I had done my duty by humans and gods alike. Now I was done. I was done with all of them. Maybe this was why my father never associated with other gods. Why he had fallen in love with my mother, even if briefly. She had been a spot of clarity among the bullshit and fog of politics…like Mama…like Yong had even more briefly been…Closing my eyes, I swallowed hard. There was no going back and, honestly, I didn’t want to. The past, what was behind me, held nothing. I could only move forward.
“Death doesn’t hold people in the past,” my father’s voice echoed in my mind. “People’s regrets do. Rather, death lets everyone, immortal and mortal, move forward.”
Bitterly smiling to myself, I thought isn’t it perfect then that I am the daughter of a death god.
“Munay,” a rasping voice called out to me.
Against my will, my feet faltered, and I came to a stop. I could feel the weak tendrils of his power wrap around me, fingering through my hair, caressing my cheeks. It hurt. Not physically or magically. But it hurt. I wanted to beg him to stop. To release me. But I knew that I was the one holding back. His power couldn’t do anything to me. I was the one letting it in.
“It isn’t over,” he told me, confidence in his broken voice.
“I know,” I sighed, suddenly tired.
“I will get stronger again,” he said, his confidence growing.
“I know,” I agreed.
His power caressed my chin and cheek like a lover’s hand, but I made sure not to react. Of course, he would get stronger again. He was a god. We had merely stalled him for a while. However, gods never gave up on increasing their power and influence. He was only weak because he was forcing himself to remain in territory where he had no claim, no channel, no power. If he released his hold on the present, he would return to his origins. Yong would still be weak, but not this weak. In time, Yong would recover and begin collecting territories and followers again.
That wasn’t my concern anymore, I tried to convince myself. Taking a step, I heard him try to stand. Please don’t, I mentally begged him. Just let go. Move forward.
“I will come back for you,” he said.
I could tell without looking he was standing, even if hunched over in pain. Pain, anger, bitterness, and longing edged his voice, making me wince. How many times had I been warned not to get the attentions of a god, especially a dragon god? Dragon gods hoard. Gold. Jewels. Knowledge. People. Love. It was who they were. Hoarders.
“I know,” I said, still denying him the sight of my face.
Yong wanted to see my face. He wanted to look into my eyes and see me seeing him. He wanted to see my smile that was just for him. Or even at this point, my tears that were only for him. I knew this from his power. It transmitted his feelings like a static radio into my mind. But I wasn’t going to give him any of that.
Instead, I started to walk away again.
“I will!” he yelled after me, the effort making his chest rattle with cough.
I didn’t doubt him, but that was a worry for another day.
“Munay,” he said softly, sweetly when I reached the doorway.
A second time, I paused.
“I will come back for you. You are my chosen one,” he said softy.
Resting my head against the door frame, I smirked as I recalled how months ago Yong had told me that no one could have it all. I guess his advice didn’t apply to him. I didn’t point that out though.
“Good bye, Yong,” I said, doing the best to hide my exhaustion and pain.
“Munay, you will forgive me one day,” he promised.
Jaw tightening, I couldn’t stop myself from reacting. Turning, I allowed my eyes to meet his, as strong and arrogant as they always were despite his nearly faded form. The darkness of my powers welled up inside me and I could feel them seeping into my eyes. Without a mirror I know they glowed like the Underworld black lights. Of course, this only made the weakened Yong smile. Such a twisted god he was.
“You will forgive me one day,” he repeated encouraged by my gaze.
“Sure, I will,” I smiled predatorily, feeling my father’s blood rush through me. “When Mama returns.”
