Mistborn Trilogy - Brandon Sanderson [977]
There is much more to this mystery. Perhaps I will tease it out eventually, as my mind grows more and more accustomed to its expanded nature. Perhaps I will determine why I was able to take the powers myself. For now, I only wish to make a simple acknowledgment of the woman who held the power just before me.
Of all of us who touched it, I feel she was the most worthy.
EPILOGUE
SPOOK AWOKE FROM THE NIGHTMARE, then sat up. The cavern around him was dark, lit only by candles and lamps.
He stood, stretching. Around him, people gasped. He walked past them, seeking out his friends. The cavern was packed—holding everyone from Urteau who had been willing to come and hide. As such, it was difficult for Spook to pick his way through the shuffling, coughing, chatting bodies. As he walked, the whispers grew louder, and people stood, following.
Beldre came running up to him, wearing a white dress. “Spook?” she asked with wonder. “What . . . what happened?”
He just smiled, putting his arm around her. They made their way to the front of the cavern. Breeze sat at a table—of course, he would have furniture, while pretty much everyone else sat on the rock floor. Spook smiled at him, and the Soother raised an eyebrow.
“You’re looking well, my boy,” Breeze said, taking a drink of his wine.
“You could say that,” Spook said.
“That’s all you’re going to say?” Beldre said to Breeze. “Look at him! He’s been healed!”
Breeze shrugged, putting down his wine and standing. “My dear, with all the oddities that have been happening lately, young Spook’s appearance doesn’t measure up. A simple healing? Why, that’s rather mundane, if you ask me.”
Breeze smiled, catching Spook’s eye.
“Shall we then?” Spook asked.
Breeze shrugged. “Why not? What do you think that we’ll find?”
“I’m not sure,” Spook admitted, stepping into the antechamber beyond the cavern. He started to climb the ladder.
“Spook,” Beldre said warily. “You know what the scouts said. The entire city was burning from the heat of the sun. . . .”
Spook looked up, noting the light shining between the cracks of the trapdoor. He smiled, then pushed it open.
There was no city outside. Just a field of grass. Green grass. Spook blinked at the strange sight, then crawled out onto the soft earth, making room for Breeze. The Soother’s head popped out, then cocked to the side. “Now, there’s a sight,” he said, crawling out beside Spook.
Spook stood up in the grass. It came up to his thighs. Green. Such a strange color for plants.
“And . . . the sky,” Breeze said, shading his eyes. “Blue. Not a hint of ash or smoke. Very odd. Very odd indeed. I’ll bet Vin had something to do with this mess. That girl never could do things the proper way.”
Spook heard a gasp from behind, and turned to see Beldre climbing out of the cavern. He helped her step up onto the ground, then they walked in silent wonder through the tall grass. The sun was so bright overhead, yet it wasn’t uncomfortably hot.
“What happened to the city?” Beldre whispered, holding Spook’s arm.
He shook his head. Then, however, he heard something. He turned, thinking he saw motion on the horizon. He walked forward, Beldre at his side, Breeze calling down for Allrianne to come up and see what had happened.
“Are those . . . people?” Beldre asked, finally seeing what Spook had. The people in the distance saw them, too, and as soon as they drew close, Spook smiled and waved at one.
“Spook?” Ham called. “Kid, is that you?”
Spook and Beldre hurried forward. Ham stood with others, and behind them Spook could see another trapdoor in the middle of the grassy meadow floor. People he didn’t recognize—some wearing uniforms from Elend’s army—were climbing out. Ham rushed over, wearing his usual vest and trousers, and grabbed Spook in an embrace.
“What are you doing here?” Ham asked, letting go.
“I don’t know,” Spook said. “Last I knew, I was in Urteau.”
Ham looked up at the sky. “I was in Fadrex! What happened?”
Spook shook his