When Park Jimin woke up, he was not in the little white house surrounded by lavender. He was lying in the sand, on blankets, in strong arms that didn't seem intent on letting him go. He opened his eyes to see Min Yoongi, his hair blonde and shimmering in the golden sunlight. The soft sound of waves crashing on the beach reminded him of some old, far off home.

Jimin inhaled slowly.  The air smelled like spring. It smelled like Warrington. He shot up, brushing the hair out of his face, shaking Yoongi's shoulder carefully.

"Yoongi..." he said, looking at the waking God. "Yoongi, we're in Warrington."

Yoongi sat up. "Good," he said, seemingly unphased. His voice was tired, yet enchanting still. "Let's go."

"Go where?"

"The Sakura trees. You said you wanted to watch the blooming of Spring."

Jimin went to speak again, but Yoongi was already walking, the smaller boy left to shuffle after him. The sun was just beginning to rise higher. People would be waking soon, getting their buckets of water from the well or river, baking fresh bread and such and so.

There was a single tree in the village, the one lone Cherry Blossom that stood at its center. People would be crowding about to watch it bloom too.

At the dirt, Jimin and Yoongi stood there with bare feet on soft green grasses. As the town slowly woke up to go about their day, they noticed the two blonde strangers standing still as statues. A crowd grew behind them. They wondered who they were of course, but they weren't looking at them for now.

The flowers were finally blooming.

And it was beautiful. "I haven't watched this happen in over a thousand cold, empty years," Yoongi sighed gently, fingers brushing against Jimin's. He was silently asking to hold his hand, a request that was immediately granted.

The town knew who he was. A blonde, soft-spoken boy that was pale enough that he looked fatally ill. The skin resembling porcelain or fresh winter snow. Whispers of the name Agust washed over the whole crowd in hushed whispers. The God turned and smiled at them all, still holding Jimins hand. It was a long time since he saw the living too.

"You've only been gone a while... would you like to come back next year, Jimin?"

The townspeople gasped at the name. The dead boy shot through with his mothers' golden arrow. He still lived?

Jimin nodded, turning to look for his mother, and there she was, staring right at him. There were tears in her eyes, a lost look on her face as if it had dawned on her exactly what she had done to him. Killed her youngest son in vain. And now he was looking at her.

"Jimin," She said once they were a near foot apart.

The boy looked her over, eyes near gold as his hair. "Mother..." his voice was gentle as always. He hadn't have changed a bit.

She reached out to touch his cheek, but Yoongi thought ill of the gesture and caught her hand by the wrist.

"I've known this town a near thousand years," said the god Agust. "Since my family first immigrated here across the sea and our captain named this place Warrington. Never in these thousand years have I seen a mother murder her own son out of spite, hatred in every sense of the word. And you put your own arrow through his chest because his father drowned a true hero. I have never laughed more at a mortal. You have no rights to land a finger on him, not after what you did."

Agust's voice would certainly haunt her until her life ended. Every word, she would hear on in the back of her mind, a reminder of what she did wrong. And all the while the God spoke, Jimin and his mother stared at each other.

"This isn't the last time I see you," Jimin said. "We're coming back every spring to watch the blooming."

She nodded. 

"I forgive you, Mother," said Jimin, although he shouldn't have.

And those were the last words she ever heard him say.

♡

This is the very end of Sacrifice,  and I must say that I had a time with this one. I know that it did drop on a cliff hanger, which can be frustrating, but the thing is that there was a happy ending and that's about it. 33 chapters are the most I have ever written, and I was planning to end the story after the full month ended, but there is the fact that Jimin loves Springtime in Warrington, and Yoongi hasn't seen the Blooming in a literal thousand years. I also wanted to give the mother a final chance to see her youngest.

I think that is about it, thank you to those who read and kept up. I really hope you enjoyed, and I hope I didn't leave anyone with too many questions but do be free to ask.

Later loves.