AND: Here's the last chapter and I hope to wrap this series all up. I've got another idea for a new series.

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1. The fic must be Oban Star Racers related

2. At least one of AND's Elysian characters (ie Ahn, Spring, Lista, ect.) must be used in some way.

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The Rest Is Silence

The battlefield had been cleared. The Elon were virtually destroyed. Their numbers were less than 300. Soldiers had been healed and bodies buried. Only one remained unburied: Cylan of the Crog. Everyone had decided to wait until the Trinity woke from their power induced slumber.

They had only wait four days.

Aikka was the first to awaken. He had used the least amount of power out of all three of the warriors. There was a small side effect: the symbol of the Golden One remained tattooed on his shoulder. He had been watching over Eva since he awoke.

He was giving Ahn a headache.

Lista had been the next to awaken. As soon as she was able, she went off to see what she could do about her people. The Elon were rebuilding under very cautious eyes. She was keeping in contact with the other, meaning she was bugging Spring for information on Eva's condition every day.

Eva hadn't woken up after four days. She was the worst of them all. She had used up most of her energy with the last attack, with the summoning of the Mother. She was in a deep coma. Within her mind, Eva was resting when she was interrupted by a familiar spirit.

"Hello, mother," Eva said to the pink haired spirit.

"My little star, your journey is over," Maya said as she sat next to her daughter in the mindscape.

"No more fighting, no more war," Eva whispered as she watched the swirling of colors before her.

"Talk to your father. I want you to tell him something for me," Maya said. Eva turned her gaze to her mother and nodded. "For those who have lost their loves to death, living is the hardest thing to do. Promise to live for me. We have not said our last farewell."

"I understand, mother. I will deliver the message, or couldn't you do so?" Eva said with a twinkle in her eyes.

Maya grinned. "Going to summon me, are you?"

"Of course," Eva said with a smile and she stood up. "It is time for me to wake up, isn't it?

"Yes, it is. I want you to always remember that I love you," Maya said and hugged her daughter. "Stay close to your beloved, my little star. You two were made for each other."

"Yes, mother," Eva said and the mindscape began to fade into white. Slowly, Eva opened her eyes and winced as the light overloaded her senses. She groaned.

"She's awake!" Spring yelled from nearby. Eva groaned and opened her eyes once more. The light didn't hurt nearly as much.

"Four days," Aikka whispered in her ear. She blushed.

"We thought you wouldn't wake up," Ahn said.

"When can I leave?" Eva asked. "I have something I must do."

"You can leave today. We've all been waiting for you to wake up to properly bury Cylan," Spring said. Shadows passed over all of the gathered people's faces.

"When?" Eva said softly.

"As soon as you are able," Aikka said. Eva smiled and sat up. Soon, the entire group was headed for the Crog pit. Cylan's funeral would be there. Eva had to lean on Spring in order to stand. Lista had joined with them soon after the group had left the hospital.

The Crog had bowed to the assembled group. After all, who would want to anger the three most powerful beings in the universe? The Crog emperor had greeted them himself and showed them to where Cylan was laid out.

She was not in her customary armor, but a dress of pure red that pooled around her body and fell over the edge of the platform she was on. Her eyes were closed and her hands at her sides. An ornate crown and necklace adorned her body. She looked like she was asleep.

"Cylan," Lista whispered. She went to her knees and placed her forehead on the ground with her thumbs crossed over her chest. It was the traditional way for Elon to show respect.

The others bowed to the body. Each one remembered the child-seer who had touched their lives. Eva smiled bitterly and wiped tears away from her eyes. Solaris, beside her, placed a hand on her niece's shoulder.

"There is no need to be sad," Solaris said. All turned to look at her. The Crog glared at her, not understanding what the Elysian meant.

"Princess Solaris is right," Spring said and a watery smiled made its way to her face. "In Elysian culture, we believe that the spirits of the dead are always beside us, watching over us, and guiding us until we can join with them once more."

"It still does not ease the hurt, but it is our belief," Eva whispered and bowed one last time to the body. The group turned and left.

"Thank you," Eva thought she heard Cylan's voice say on the wind. Quickly spinning around, she saw a distortion in the air and gasped as she focused. She gasped as she saw the young Crog standing beside her mother. Both waved, smiled, and disappeared.

"Eva?" Aikka said in confusion.

"She said thank you," Eva said softly and smiled.

AND: Well, that's the end. I might, MIGHT, write a bit about the Earth team coming to terms with Eva being Elysian, but I don't really have any ideas for it. I'll be working on my new project. Look for it soon. I'll be posting a teaser in a few days.