The Ruins Box Set
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Kirby watched Xavier. After a long moment, she said, “You helped one of our friends, a while ago. A man named Bray.”
A flicker of recognition crossed Xavier’s face. “I remember.”
“Bray is dead,” Kirby said, “but we appreciate the help you gave him. Such favors are not easily forgotten.”
Putting two things together, Xavier said, “I will admit, I am glad to see you standing here, and not some others.”
A few of his men nodded their agreement.
Xavier continued. “It is customary for our people to give a gift as a gesture of good faith. If you are interested in our wares, we would be glad to provide you a sample, like the people with whom we used to trade.”
“Are those shells?” Drew asked as he pointed to the bags, seeming as if he already knew the answer.
“Yes, for the glass you produce in the city, as The Gifted requested,” Xavier said. “Along with some other goods from the ocean. They are things you cannot easily get here, as you know.”
The men stepped forward politely, placing the bags down for Drew, Kirby, and the others to inspect. Drew opened one of them, revealing an array of colorful shells. William’s eyes widened with curiosity as he examined the strange goods.
“If there is anything else we can do for you, let us know,” Xavier said kindly.
Kirby exchanged a long glance with William, the same expression flickering in her eyes that he’d seen in their room the night before. Turning to Xavier, she said, “There is something I might want to discuss.”
Epilogue
Warm sunlight created a shimmering glare over the ocean as William and Kirby peered across the blue water, off the side of the boat the Yatari had traded them. A few birds swooped and dove, plucking small fish from the rippling water. Others soared on smooth wings, searching for prey beneath the ocean’s surface.
“Do you think Drew was upset with our decision to leave?” William asked Kirby.
“No,” Kirby said. “Drew is an honorable man, like Bray. He knows that we did what we needed to be happy. He was grateful you spent some time teaching him what you learned about reading and writing. He’ll pass that knowledge to others.”
“Perhaps we will be back one day,” William said wistfully. Turning his attention to the vast expanse of blue around them, his face turned to wonder as he said, “I can’t believe we are on the never-ending river.”
“The ocean,” Kirby clarified, smiling, as a breeze blew through her hair.
“The ocean,” William repeated, trying to break his old habits. “I remember seeing it in the Ancient City, and in a few places we traveled, but I’ve never floated on top of it. The people of Brighton used to say that it goes on forever.”
“Not forever,” Kirby said, keeping her smile. “Or, at least, that is not what our people think. But a long way. In most directions you sail, you will find land. Or, that is what we’ve been taught.”
“Who knows what sort of people we might find out here?” he asked.
“Other people, perhaps other civilizations,” Kirby mused. “We can only speculate what is beyond the large piece of land we left.” Holding up the map in her hand, which the Yatari had given her, she said, “For now, we’ll keep close to land, looking for these islands. We don’t want to run into a storm that will knock us off course, or damage the boat. Who knows? Perhaps we will like one of the islands enough to stay a while.”
“We can be the Wardens of the sea,” William said. A swell of excitement overtook him as he envisioned hunting, or fishing, in some faraway place.
Kirby smiled.
A soft wind blew from the east, rippling the water and running through William’s shaggy hair. Leaning back, he felt a sense of calm he hadn’t enjoyed in a long while. He’d never seen so much empty space around him. Kirby had told him about a group of dangerous, sea-faring people, but he couldn’t envision anyone bothering them so far from land. He certainly felt safer than when he was back in the townships, or anywhere else they had been—perhaps even safer than New City. And they had plenty of guns from Drew.
Peering over the edge of the large, smooth boat, William stuck a hand against the opposing wind.
“I think Bray would’ve liked it out here,” William said, with certainty.
Kirby fell silent a moment, reflecting, before a gentle smile appeared across her face. “I think he might’ve been wary about this contraption, but he would’ve gotten used to it.”
William retrieved the flask he’d taken from New City, which he’d marked with Bray’s initials. He took a long sip, looking down at Bray’s sword, which still hung by his side. Wherever he went, he would carry his friend with him.
“Did the Yatari have names for these islands?” he asked Kirby.
Kirby shook her head.
“Perhaps we can name them,” William said excitedly.
“You’ll have to write the names on the map,” Kirby reminded him. “Or maybe I can try, with what you showed me.”
They sailed for most of a day, under the hot sun, with only the accompaniment of some birds, or the occasional splash of a fish close to the hull. Sometimes, the sun shone too hot, and William and Kirby covered their faces with thin blankets. The water created a glare that made it hard to see occasionally, but was always magnificent.
Around mid-day, they snacked on some dried meat and figs they had taken from New City. William marveled that the goods tasted even fresher over the ocean. Perhaps it was the excitement of the trip, which made every breath, every sight, seem different and unique.
The sun was settling over the horizon when William spotted a small patch of green and brown in the distance, sprouting up as if the gods had dropped it in the middle of the water. He stood, taking out his binoculars.
“Is that the first island?” he asked, unable to stop his excitement as he looked through his device.
“I think so,” Kirby said. Frowning, she pulled out the map. “Although it looks a little different than the drawing the Yatari made. Can I see the binoculars?”
He handed them to her, and she surveyed the island in the distance.
“Perhaps we have discovered a new place,” she said with wonder.
“Maybe we can add it to our map,” William said.
Kirby smiled. Reaching over, she took William’s hand, as they watched the shore grow closer.
THE END
Afterword
Writing the last chapter of THE RUINS was bittersweet.
After ten books and three years of living in the heads of these characters, it has been hard parting with them.
Perhaps one of the most important story arcs of The Ruins (and The Last Survivors) has been William’s. From his initial experiences as an infected boy escaping his township, to his journey with Bray and Kirby, William evaded death and endured loss. He forged his way through a ruined world with the guidance of his protectors.
In the end, he stood on his own.
Or at least, that is my hope.
As I wrote the last few scenes with Bray, I couldn’t help but recall an earlier passage from Book 5 of The Last Survivors.
“The best thing you can do [for your children] is to teach them for when you’re not around. They’ll need your good sense to fall back on. That’s the way to keep them safe. Like my father did for me. Like your parents did for you.” - Bray
I’d like to think William and Kirby found their golden palace in the clouds. The gods know they have both earned it.
It is possible I’ll return to the world of THE RUINS, but for now, the story is concluded.
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From the bottom of my heart, thank you for sticking with THE RUINS. I’ll talk to you soon!
Tyler Piperbrook
-January 2018
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