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BYTEMITE

Eidolon (Epilogue)
Tuesday, February 19, 2013

Someday, she knew they would visit the graves of Serenity Valley and not hear the howl of the ghosts. Someday, they would walk across the green prairie of a restored world and watch the rain. (Glimpses)


CATEGORY: FICTION    TIMES READ: 2069    RATING: 10    SERIES: FIREFLY

Ripples. They were solid as an illusion. Steps across the water that left no trace at the source, and wore down mountains over time. She could no longer touch the surge, the storm she'd called down that swept them to safety, but she'd seen all the possibilities, and she could still catch glimpses as they flowed by. They wondered why she was less clear the more they needed her. By whose measure of clarity? None of them could see as far as she could, even in the turbulence, and in the calmer moments she was satisfied by the present.

That was not to say she wasn't paying attention, even while the play of light under the surface distracted her. They moved in a circle, ankle deep amid the lotus flowers and fragile blossoms scattered around them - teachers and novices, friends and colleagues, carrying bowls of incense with them as they held out sprigs of mint and lilies crossed overhead. The air hummed with music, poetry from a high court about the seasons as an allegory about the rite of passage.

A young man and several companies of forgetful marines who had disappeared for three months under different names traveled home. Nothing to cover up. Investigation into the program revealed the technology was still unreliable, and without the three Academy students to serve as a focus, the project was quietly dismantled and shelved. Rumours lingered about a priority target and an unprecedented display of psychic ability. The fugitive had again eluded capture.

Interest in several associates - whereabouts unknown, two possibly dead according to a video feed - participated in a major theft and security leak related to Paxilon Hydrochlorate and antidote supplies. They shouldn't have been able to break into the compound. A confirmed rogue agent of parliament had been involved in the event, but had not granted the parliamentary override that had given them access.

There were whispers among the assembly about an assassination and an inherited title, about an unknown history and other secrets. The knight errant wouldn't have believed them if he knew. He was aware only of the new ambassador as she knelt like an initiate in the pool, of sprinkling droplets into her hair as a baptism, of wrapping her in borrowed robes when her own became sodden. On Shadow, a blackrock moon forgotten except for the greed of a few and given up for lost, seedlings broke through the darkened crust on the northern continent and blossomed.

Despite how little they cared about the politics and the factions as they struggled to make a living, they would make ripples just by existing. One of them would leave soon, taking medicine to family, welcome again after a father's passing. But after? She couldn't see if they would all stay together, couldn't see if they would even all survive. They'd fight for their own pasts as much as for their future. But the memory of the fallen would live on. A girl, tan and dark eyed with lighter curls, learning to fly. A former Operative, every day more the Shepherd than himself, a sentinel instead of a murderer by the time he arrived at Southdown Abbey. Someday, she knew they would visit the graves of Serenity Valley and not hear the howl of the ghosts. Someday, they would walk across the green prairie of a restored world and watch the rain.

River looked forward to everything. This was just the beginning.

COMMENTS

Tuesday, February 19, 2013 6:04 PM

BYTEMITE


Hey everyone! Thanks for reading all these years! A lot of effort from a lot of different people helped make this fic happen. All my friends, EB, Platonist, AR, GR, Aliasse, and Riona, I'm grateful and not afraid to say it twice. I also have a lot of influences out there that I owe a lot to, none of this has happened in a vacuum, so I'd also like to thank Mal4Prez, NatalieMoon, and Amdobell if you all are out there. And of course, the readers.

I've still got plenty of story ideas, but it'll take a while to unwind and get a head start, so probably be a few months before you see anything new from me. Until then, I'll see you all around, commenting myself, and I always love talking Firefly.

Wednesday, February 20, 2013 9:40 AM

AMDOBELL


Loved how this ending gets us ready for a new beginning with our very own prescient River bringing everything full circle. A satisfying round off to a great series, Bytemite. You deserve to rest before undertaking your next epic fanfic journey which, of course, I shall relish reading as and when those shiny pearls arrive on the page. And thank you also for the compliment. Take care now and Keep Flyin', Ali D :-) (AMDobell)
"You can't take the sky from me!"

Wednesday, February 20, 2013 9:51 AM

BYTEMITE


I loved what you did with Shadow a while back, and it worked well with a plan I had like four years ago that never panned out where Mal got himself appointed governor of Ezra and was doing terraforming work to make the world more hospitable. Only I learned more about the Middle East and apparently it's not all desert, so neither is Ezra? Anyway, this let me use part of that idea. :) So thanks.

Wednesday, February 20, 2013 10:09 AM

BYTEMITE


Oh, I forgot a few other influences.

Biggrstaffbunch with Poetry in Motion: http://www.fireflyfans.net/bluesun.aspx?bid=16970

Also Intopaper and Fitting: http://www.fireflyfans.net/bluesun.aspx?bid=10918

There's a lot of other fanfic authors too with stories I love but those are the ones I spun-off ideas from.

Plus Peptuck's Forward story decided to have a psychic mind control plot line right around the time I did at chapter 10, though I also had that whole thing about the cortex on the side.

Wednesday, February 20, 2013 10:27 AM

BYTEMITE


Oh, whoops, one more story. Things Fall Apart by nickyjay at http://www.fanfiction.net/s/1540722/1/Things-Fall-Apart

Wednesday, February 20, 2013 4:53 PM

PLATONIST


I get a sense of safety and togetherness , with the possibility of a bright future...River ought to know.

Looking forward to more from you, thanks for this one and I'm ecstatic you let Inara live!

:)

Wednesday, February 20, 2013 5:01 PM

BYTEMITE


Aw, you know I wouldn't have killed her. This whole thing was trying to come up with an alternate angle on the dying thing where she could be saved.

Thursday, February 21, 2013 5:13 PM

EBFIDDLER


Huh, I wrote a comment for this yesterday, but apparently it didn't post properly! Wherever did it go? (scratching head)

Congratulations on completing your epic fic! I'm flattered to receive mention in your acknowledgements. Great job, so many beautiful scenes in this story, and fittingly, your epilogue leaves us with some of your trademark beautiful images to contemplate -- the green of renewal and a new spring most especially.

Also, thanks for mentioning (and linking to) the fanfic writers and stories that influenced you in writing this -- an excellent reading recommendation list.

Take a bow, Bytemite. Job well done. :-)

Please write us some more, before too long. One-shots and shorts if you don't feel up for another epic.

Thursday, February 21, 2013 5:20 PM

BYTEMITE


The board ate it. It's hungry. Pointy teeth. *gnaw*

You all deserve a medal for listening to me, frankly. "Oh, I'm so worried about this one section, please read it and tell me what's lame!" And various other flurries of neurotic panic.

So yeah, totally in acknowledgements. :)

I have ideas, just getting settled in and lifting my head up for a while. No worries, there should be pictures and stories that will be posted.


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