The Breaker's Resolution: (YA Paranormal Romance) (Fixed Points Book 4) by Conner Kressley Page A

won’t be for much longer. “
    “Sevie’s gonna die out there,” I said, choking back either tears or terror.
    “Is he not dead already? Is that not what he told you?” Wendy asked, running a hand along the cement wall. Everywhere her fingers touched red painted ‘W’s like the ones that adorned the halls of Weathersby sprang up.
    “He’s wrong,” I answered. “Isn’t he?”
    “Yes and no,” Wendy said, trailing her fingers and causing a dozen blood colored letters to suddenly dot the wall.
    “Why can’t you ever just answer the damn question Wendy?!”
    “Because you’re not ready for the ‘damn’ answer, Cresta Karr.” She settled in front of me. “Besides, these are not your questions. I explained that to you already. The Constants will deal with the unseen. Your journey is one that will require all your attention.” She clasped her hands in front of her at her waist. “One cannot hope to bring about the end of the world halfheartedly.”
    “I’m not doing that!” I said instinctively. “I’m not going to end the world.”
    “Yes,” she shook her head. “You are. You will. You always were. The wheels are in motion now, Cresta Karr. The Bloodmoon has risen. The anchors are hanging by the smallest of threads. There is no turning back. Even your death wouldn’t stop it now. They will see that soon enough. I understand what hope is. I have experienced it through you and through your allies. But rest assured that this hope is misplaced. You will bring about the end of the world Cresta Karr. Of that there is no doubt.” She bit her lip. “Does that suffice to answer one of your ‘damn questions’?”
    “You’re horrible,” I muttered. I couldn’t move, much less talk really. Wendy had just aid everything I had been dreading hearing for so long now. She just confirmed by worst fears, just put the last nail in my coffin, as it were.
    “I am truth,” she answered. “And truth is often both horrible and beautiful. You think of the end as the end. Why would you do that?”
    “Just shut up,” I whispered. “Just shut up for a second.” I sat on the floor, legs pulled under me.  I could barely breathe. It was as though all the air was being sucked out of the room, like my lungs had collapsed and I was just waiting to die. “What’s the point in this Wendy? If I do it, if nothing can stop it, then what’s the point?”
    “Life is to be lived, Cresta Karr. Even in the end, do give this world anything less than all you have is to disrespect its beauty.” She sat next to me now, the dead girl with the blank eyes. “Flood waters rise and wash away everything in its path. They wipe the earth clean and kill everything they see fit. And though those things might be doomed, though there is no future for them, still they swim. They try without hope of succeeding. And that do that because to do anything else would be to invalidate all that had come before. It was never about stopping the end, Cresta. Or at least it should not have been. It has always been about you, and whether or not you will continue to swim.”
    “I don’t wanna-”
    “And yet you shall,” she said. “You look for Poppa, yes? The world has stolen him from you. But I tell you that he is where he needs to be. He is where he wants to be. And he lives still.”
    A rush of relief tried (and mostly failed) to pierce my self-pitying exterior. Still, the idea that Echo was alive somewhere was as good as gold. It would keep my people moving. It would let them know that all wasn’t lost. Which was more of a luxury than I could give myself at the moment.
    “I need to remember Wendy. That’s why I’m here.”
    “It’s so strange,” Wendy mused. “You have come to this place to remember and Sebastian has come to forget.” She turned to me. “You will wake and it will return to you, all the pieces of your past that fate sees fit to bestow. But there is more; more hurt, more pain, more loss. And yes, there is love too. At