The Writer was outside the Princess’ house. Everything was quiet; there were more houses now than twenty years ago, but there was still a nice peace and quiet in the forest.

It was a normal day. The Writer crossed the fence and walked over to the front door.

Hey, Writer! -- I heard a voice. When I looked over, I recognized... Yeva?

Are you here for her? -- He smiled with a look on his face like he couldn’t believe it.

I can’t believe it. -- I told you, Reader, I’m never wrong. -- She knew that you would come.

Really?

Yeah, she just didn’t know when. She really was something else!

Was?

Yes... -- He looked down, he was clearly sad. – She’s no longer with us, Writer. -- My eyes began to tear up. Yeva looked up and smiled. -- But she left something for you. Come, follow me.

I followed Yeva into the house.

She told me to fill you in -- said Yeva, as he looked inside a chest.

Fill me in?

Yes, I know everything. After the story ended, in Zoe’s house, Odai and I saw each other again. We became very good friends and a few years later we got married. I only wanted her to be happy. With so many children visiting us, we didn’t want to have any more.

Did the Princess’ children come back?

Yeah, and with children of their own! Odai would sit them down every night and tell them your story. She said she had to share her wealth with them. She called your story “NOT THE END” because she always said that the end hadn’t been written yet, and that some day you would be back to finish it for real. And here you are! You had a special connection with her, didn’t you?

I suppose so―I couldn’t stop my eyes from tearing up.

Well, let me tell you that she was very happy. -- He passed me an envelope. -- Here, this is for you.

On the envelope neatly written was, ”To my dear Writer”. I quickly opened the envelope and I read the letter:

My Dear Writer,

If you’re reading this now, it’s because Zoe was right. When you reach the point of having your present as clear as possible, you will never ever have to worry about what’s to come. The bond that united us for so many pages led me to know that you would come back. I didn’t know when, but I was sure that you would.