The room was well lit; the light trying to pierce its way through Sadie's closed eyes. She squeezed her eyes tighter putting a hand on her head, a splitting headache spreading around her whole skull. She let a groan escape her mouth as she tried blinking her eyes open. The light hurt, but she needed to know where she was.
Her vision was blurry but she managed to pick her head up. Sadie gazed absentmindedly around the room. She was sitting in her comfortable swivel chair behind her desk back in the Room of Destiny. She was alive?
Sadie turned to her left where Meredith sat on the edge of her desk. Meredith smiled sympathetically at her friend. "Do you need a cold cloth for your head?"
"No," Sadie said bluntly. She forced herself to sit up. "I feel like I'm just warming up, I don't want to be cold again."
Meredith cocked her head to one side but didn't say anything. Instead, she nodded her head as though she understood.
Sadie scanned the room before her. Everything seemed normal just as it should be. The quills were hard at work and even her own quill was writing vigorously in her notebook.
"What happened?" she asked looking up at Meredith.
Meredith grinned. "You killed Atropos."
Sadie scratched the top of her head. That's right; she was in the Underworld for a while. She didn't kill Atropos though, Hades did.
"Goddess Destiny must have been watching over you," Meredith stated. Sadie took a moment to look up at the statue beside her. "We had faith that you would defeat Atropos, but honestly, we don't know how you managed to get back here. That must have been a miracle in and of itself."
Sadie swallowed. Hades. Hades was the one who allowed her to make it back alive.
Should she tell Meredith that Hades aided her? He wasn't a bad guy. He had been kind to Sadie and helped her save the world. He might have been doing that for himself, but who was Sadie to complain? He got her out of the Underworld at least.
She opened her mouth to explain what happened to Meredith, but her friend held up a hand shaking her head.
"Don't worry about telling me what happened. I'm sure you don't want to relive it," she said. "You should get some rest. You've had a long couple of days. But, if you don't mind, I'd like to have a quick word with you."
Not knowing how else to respond, Sadie clamped her mouth shut and nodded.
"Maybe this all would have happened anyway," Meredith said glancing quickly at the goddess statue before looking at Sadie again, "but I wanted to apologize for rewriting your future."
Sadie opened her mouth to protest, but Meredith held up another hand to silence her.
"I know I had no idea what I was doing. How was I supposed to know the notebook was truly special and would change all of our lives? Still, I wonder if any of this would have happened if it weren't for me. Maybe you'd still be alive and you'd be able to continue a normal life.
"I saw you the other day, in the library, when Jake walked right through you." Meredith bowed her head frowning. "Lachesis was still taking over my body, but I was aware. I saw how hurt you were. Heartbroken, confused. It's not fair."
Sadie too bowed her head. She hadn't forgotten about Jake, of course, but that was the last thing on her mind after everything that's happened. Sadie knew better about the future, but they had been planning to spend the rest of their lives together. How could it all end just like that? She was invisible to him.
"He's not hurt, you know," Meredith said softly. "He simply just... forgot."
"Like I never existed," Sadie said dully.
Meredith nodded. She reached over and took Sadie's hand in her own. She looked her friend in the eye. "Before I wrote in the notebook, we weren't good friends, but I wanted to be. I think that's why I wrote in the notebook in the first place. I didn't want its power to be true, but I kind of hoped it was in a way. I'm here, I've always been right here even before everything changed. I love you, Sadie, and I want you to know that."
Sadie watched Meredith's thumb rub against the back of her hand taking in her speech. She looked up at her old friend and could see some desperation in Meredith's eyes. Sadie drew in a breath. Meredith loved her as a friend, right? Or...
Meredith withdrew her hand and stood up from the desk. Sadie kept an eye on her only to be pulled away by Gerald picking her up out of her seat and pulling her into a hug.
"Gerald, be gentle. She's groggy." Meredith scolded with a smirk on her face.
Gerald loosened his hug and he smiled down at Sadie. She couldn't help but return the grin.
"I'm glad you're back and well. I hope Atropos didn't give you too much trouble?" He winked.
"I'm going to survey the room," Meredith sad awkwardly. She turned around and left. Sadie watched her not say a word. When Meredith was out of sight, Sadie turned back to Gerald.
"Well," she said, "I did have my quill to help me out. I could have sworn I left it here though."
Gerald chuckled. "Listen, I've been in this Scribe business for just about as long as you have but being possessed by Clotho had its advantages. The sisters talked about anything and everything with one another and I've learned a lot about this business."
"Business?" Sadie repeated. She wasn't sure that was exactly the right word to use.
"You're the Head Scribe, chosen by the Goddess Destiny herself. Your quill appeared when you needed it because not only does that notebook take care of the world," Gerald said pointing to the notebook on the desk, "but it also takes care of you as well. Your quill came to you because you needed its aid and... well, it's attached to you. It's your source of magic."
Sadie nodded her head. It made enough sense to her.
"Now, I think you ought to get some rest. Meredith can hold the fort here and I'm going to seek out more potential Scribes," Gerald explained. He crossed her arms together standing tall with a goofy grin.
Sadie narrowed her eyes. "More Scribes?"
"An army, yes. Destiny has already pointed them out to us." Gerald nodded his head to the desks in the room and Sadie noticed a few quills were purple. "The only way we can save those people is if they become Scribes. Destiny must know they're pure of heart if she chose them."
Sadie sighed. There was still so much for her to learn. She looked back up at Gerald. "I guess we do need an army, huh? Atropos explained to me that she and her sisters aren't really dead. They can come back."
"They're immortals, yes."
Sadie turned to face the room. She rubbed her hands together before putting them on her hips. She drew in a deep breath and smiled.
"Alright. Let's do this."
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