My Conclusion to the Giver

As he approached the summit of the hill at last, something began to happen. He was not warmer; if anything, he felt more numb and more cold. He was not less exhausted; on the contrary, his steps were leaden, and he could barely move his freezing, tired legs.

But he began, suddenly, to feel happy. He began to recall happy times. He recalled the first moment he walked into the annex, filled with books and unusual items. The first time he received a memory the red sled. Suddenly that same red sled appeared in front of him. He sat inside carefully and held Gabriel close to his chest protecting him yet deep down knowing that it wouldn't matter. He had such a good feeling, he knew he was protected he was ready. He went down the hill slowly but gathering speed, miraculously never hitting anything. He kept going, he was going faster than any memory he had ever experienced. He was creating his own memory, a memory of colour, of weather of unpredictability. He hoped he would be able to pass this memory on with others. Maybe the others he would meet Elsewhere. He began to feel hope spreading across him as if a warm blanket protecting him from the cold that seemed to be consuming him. He was going so fast yet seeing the world in slow motion until it all disappeared. Until everything vanished there was no sled below him. The snow and the cold that was created by it disappeared. He was in a blank room. Everywhere he turned there was nothing like a blank canvas surrounding him. Yet he felt protected. Something about this room felt so familiar. Until he heard the Givers voice. He seemed to say everything was ok by only saying “You're here”

“Where is here” asked jonas still looking around to find the giver.

“This is where people like us go after death.”

“Death!” Jonas questioned “No, no i'm not dead this can't be possible. What about Elsewhere.”

“This is Elsewhere Jonas”

“How is this blank room elsewhere?” questined Jonas.

“It isn’t blank. See beyond.”

Jonas stared around the room confused and concentrated on one spot until it moved. He focused on it until It seemed it had opened. He walked forward in what seemed like clouds until he saw the Giver. He was hugging somebody. It was Rosemary. Jonas could see the resemblance between her and the giver. Jonas looked around and saw colour. He saw nature and holidays and people. People with all different colour eyes. Blue eyes, hazel eyes, green eyes. This was the Elsewhere.

He asked the giver “Where are the other people who have been released?”

“All those who have died without the ability to see beyond like you or have the memories cannot get passed that room that you first came from.” Explained the Giver

“What about People like Larissa and that boys father they’re, they're stuck there? We need to break them out. We need to-”

“That is not possible” Said the giver “But now everyone has the memories so when your friends die you will see them again.”

Jonas felt satisfied with the hope of seeing Fiona and Asher again, and he was ready. He went to explore the Elsewhere.