au where everything goes horribly wrong in story and song, the ipre crew has to escape with the light of creation, and have their final stand on a deserted world where no innocents are around to be caught in the crossfire.
then, the hunger is gone for good and they don’t have the promise of an end date for moving on to the next world.
the magic users in the group spend four years trying to find a way to travel between planar systems, and then they spend the next five years after that hopping from planar system to planar system, hoping that one of these days, they’ll find the one they called home.
imagine it’s nine years after angus lost his entire family. he’s twenty now, no longer a boy, and even though carey and killian were the best guardians he could ask for, and had raised him with all the love in the world, his heart still aches for the ipre crew.
their world has moved on and rebuilt after the run-in with the hunger.
the stories about the seven heroes from the day of story and song have taken on a near-mythical status. statues of them go up in all the big cities, turning them into minor deities in their own rights.
and then, one day, angus goes in to his job at lucas’ school, and students and staff alike are all abuzz.
he hears about sightings of a brilliant silver ship, streaking through the sky the night before.
angus feels the shock reverberate through every cell in his body, feels his heart fill with hope. he wants to learn more about it, to dust off his rusty detective skills.
but he has a job to do, and he can’t abandon it.
he stumbles his way through the first hour of classes, until a teaching assistant shows up to take over his class, letting him know that lucas wanted him in his office.
angus goes, heart in his throat and wondering what the headmaster wants with him.
when he walks through the door, lucas looks up at him with tear-filled eyes and a brilliant smile on his face.
he holds out a stone of farspeech in angus’ direction.
confused, angus takes the stone from him.
“hello?” he asks, unsure.
the reply comes immediately in a voice that sounds close to tears, one he’d been waiting a decade to hear again.
“what’s shakin’, pumpkin?”











