I spent the next couple of days healing, with the help of the others. Some, particularly the wizard, contributed drugs that healed my wounds. Martha and Steve bandaged me and gave me a comfortable bed to stay in. However, when I woke up one morning, I was completely healed, and the bandages removed. I was almost... glowing. Was this Ianite's doing?

"Martha, what do you think happened?" I asked, showing her my clean, radiant arms.

"Well, Ianite has returned," she said. "It wouldn't surprise me if she helped you. Do you feel... different at all?"

"Y... yeah," I stammered. "Something feels like it's changed. I feel kind of trapped. I feel like I shouldn't be stuck in one place. I feel like I need to... leave. Discover something."

Her eyes were shining. "I knew it was Ianite's doing. Very well, Andor. I believe you should go wherever your heart leads you. You know yourself best, don't you?"

I shrugged. "I'm not sure that I do. I feel like I'm following Ianite, not myself. I'm not sure what I want, to be honest."

"Well," Martha said. "Maybe the journey is to find yourself."

I gathered everyone together later that day. Gripping my boomerang, I told them of my plans to leave. They seemed slightly upset, especially Sparklez. After being away so long, I guess he wanted me to stay for a while. But I knew what I had to do, and it was something he couldn't understand. After saying goodbye, I set off.

I tried to follow my heart, like Martha said. As I had expected, my heart took me straight to Urulu, a place I hadn't been in years. I visited Mot and Alyssa's old house, trying to remember as much of them as I could. Perhaps I'd see them again someday. I visited the enormous library, and the dragon below it. I spent a few days, then continued on my way.

The journey allowed me to really think. I thought about everything that had happened in my past. I thought of the times when I had a complete family, and the tragedies throughout my life. I figured that my life's events were far from over, but I didn't know what to expect.

And I guess that brings us to the present time. I would love to tell more, but I do not know what will happen. I fear for the future, but I feel like I will be able to face it with more strength. Or is this the end of my story?

One can only hope for the best.