Rewritten Ending for Phantoms in the Snow

          Hiking up the huge Italian mountain was hard, and of course, very cold.  Even though replacing Skeeter as the leader of the group was difficult, Noah knew he had done the right thing.  As the the group neared the last few feet of the climb up to the top, every single member of the group imagined the things that they would stumble upon.  Noah readied his rifle and heaved himself up to the edge of the cliff.

          Noah looked around the clearing near the top of the mountain, and was surprised to find that the battalion of German soldiers had already been rounded up and taken as prisoners.  He continued to scan the area, and found the group that included his uncle had been the one to make it to the top first.  His uncle had a shocked expression on his face as he realized that Skeeter had not even come on the mission, and Noah had taken his place.

          The two groups slowly approached each other, then began congratulating each other on the successful climb of Riva Ridge.  Noah started walking towards his uncle, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw one of the younger German soldiers pull out a weapon that had not been been confiscated yet.  The barrel, which would deliver a fatal payload, was pointed directly at Noah's uncle.  Noah knew what he needed to do.  Using all the strength he had left in his thin frame, he threw himself directly into the path of the bullet.  Just as quickly as the gun was drawn, Noah was face down, dying in the snow.  As his vision faded, he saw his mother and father, and then blackness.

Return of the king rewrite

     As Shelob bounded toward Frodo, Sam gasped as he glimpsed his master being cast to the ground. But then, a slimy, but a surprisingly strong hand reached up and griped his neck. while the other hand shot out and grabbed his wrist, and slowly and relentlessly, bending his wrist forward, until, with a cry, Sam dropped the sword. So, then Sam played his last trick, with all his strength he pulled away and got feet firmly planted; then suddenly, he drove his legs against the ground and with his whole force hurled himself backwards. Not expecting this simple trick from Sam, Gollum fell over Sam, received all of Sam's force on his stomach. With a hiss of pain, Gollum loosened his grip, in which Sam wrenched himself away, and spun, whirling the Faramir's staff, and connected it solidly with Gollum's arm joint. Shrieking in pain, Gollum leaped angrily at Sam only only to be rebuked roughly by the sturdy staff striking the top of his skull. The wretched creature then staggered off drunkenly. But Sam paid no heed. He rushed of to save his master, with the shadow of a doubt swirling around that his master may have already perished. He reached Frodo, not paying any attention to where Shelob the gargantuan spider had crept of to. Weeping profusely, he realized he had forgotten the sword. As he hurried back to acquire the sword he remembered the threat of the spider. Seizing the sword he spun around, only to see the beast creeping down the side of a small cliff. Roaring in anger, he cried 'Now come you filth! You have hurt my master, you brute and you'll pay for it! We're going on, but not until I'm finished with You!' With this he rushed toward the monster, and drove the elf forged sword into Shelob's head. With a howl of pain, the Spider retreated only to jump forward and be stabbed through the stomach and out through the back! A thin tearing howl began to be emitted from Shelob. This alarmed Sam, seeing as they were in the midst of Sauron's land. Yanking the Sword out, he threw his gaze about, hoping that no orcs were alarmed by this cry. Looking back to where Shelob had previously been before, he saw that she had scuttled off, and now lay near the entrance of her lair, Dead. Now returning back to Frodo, he sob as the reality of what had happened sunk in. Soon realizing that he had to face the facts, he gathered things that would be of use on his lonesome journey. Slipping into the mithril coat, he marveled at how light something of such great power could be. Now the question of the ring. Sam knew how great a burden the thing could be, and thought of many possible ways to bring about the task he was set to complete. Suddenly hearing the fearsome cry of the Nazgul, after lifting Frodo into a crack, Sam wriggled into one himself. Lookin up he saw the great beast circling, calling on the power of the ring. Being struck with a sudden, foolish and absurd idea, Sam began climbing to the top of the small crevice he was hidden in. Reaching the top, sam peered over the side of the crevice at the Nazgul and the rider that had just perched itself atop the crevice that Frodo was hidden in. Seeming to smell him out, the Nazgul began digging it’s long hooked claws into the ground trying to seize Frodo. Luckily for sam, he had already collected all the materials and supplies for the long journey, but unfortunately, the wind blowing against Sam's back blew the his scent to the Nazgul. Realizing this a split second before his foes did, he maneuvered into a better position, than he rushed at his enemies. The rider, being one of the nine immediately sensed the power of the ring drawing near, whipped his head and over to where Sam was speedily approaching. Sam’s blood ran cold as the dark hood encloaked with flowing robes seemed to glare at him. A shrieking cry, emitted from The rider the Nazgul or Sam himself bounced around the rocky segment of land. Although Sam had surprise on his side, the Rider, being part of the nine, was extremely well trained with a sword, but Sam had thrown him off balance with weight and force Sam had impacted him with. Pushing as hard as his small frame would allow, he noticed the Nazgul preparing to jump into the air and take flight. Pushing desperately to get to firm ground on the Nazgul back as it leaped into the air. Unbalanced the rider plunged of the Nazgul and fell with a cry that rose the hairs on any living thing in all the land. But as the one of the nine hit the ground only a small black hood was all that remained. Gathering the huge reins up in his hand, Sam learned to fly the dragon like creature with an intimate sense that only the one that had trained and taken care of bill had. Snarling and screaming, the beast tossed and turned it’s head, not at all pleased with the attempts that it’s knew rider was doing at taming it. Once again seeing the mountain peak where he was headed not to far in the distance, Sam fell into a sitting position, and was quite unconscious of anything for quite a while for he was trying to absorb the terror and excitement that he had just gone through.

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    Then as the darkness closed again there was a sound rolling across the fields with a great boom at that sound the bent shape of the king sprang forward, suddenly erect. Tall and proud he seemed rising in his stirrups he cried with a loud voice saying

Arise, arise Riders of Theoden!

Fell deeds awake: fire and slaughter!

Spear shall be broken, shield shall be splintered

A sword-day, a red day, ere the sun rises!

Ride now! Ride to gondor!

With that he seized a great horn from Guthlaf his banner bearer, and blew such a great blast that it burst asunder. And straight away all the horns in the host were lifted up in music, and the blowing of the horns of Rohan in that hour was like a storm upon the plain and a thunder in the mountains.

Ride now, ride now! Ride to Gondor!

Suddenly the king cried to Snowmane and the horse sprang away. Behind him his banner blew in the wind, white upon the field of green, overtaking the host of mordor, and then suddenly there was Eomer riding near him, but none could overtake Theoden, and the armies of Mordor wailed and gnashed their teeth. As just as Dernhelm and Merry rode into battle a felling foes, a the dreaded shadow of a Nazgul past over them bringing terror and fear with it. Windfola bolted in fright, and When Merry looked up, dazed he saw Dernhelm standing alone facing the nazgul and the rider. He spoke in some other voice he had known, and he said “Begone! Thou dwimmerlaik! Leave the dead alone!”  and a cold voice answered “come not between a Nazgul and his prey! Or he will slay thee in thy turn” A sword rang as it was drawn “do what you will but I will hinder it if i may” ‘Hinder me! Thou fool no living man may hinder me!’ For then merry heard a laugh, which belong to Dernhelm who said ‘But no living man am I! You look upon a woman, Eowyn Eomunds daughter I am,’ Then at that moment three things happened. The Nazgul lept at Eowyn, and Merry lept at the Ringwraith, while the Seemed “dead” Theoden shot an arrow, at the Ringwraith as well. This arrow was driven through the Ringwraiths heart while at the same time Eowyn Sliced off the Nazguls head, and drove her sword into the opening of the ringwraiths helmet, While merry stabbed him in the stomach. And the Ringwraith fell and died, and only a black cloak remained. While Merry and Eowyn rushed Theoden to the house of healing after the event of being crushed by horse Soldiers began crying through the land, ‘Oliphants! Oliphants and Boats from mordor!’ When these rumors reached their peak, the boats ran aground, and the Oliphants crashed into the remaining rather feeble army. But no enemies jumped out of the boat, only three figures, soon to be identified as Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli. Hope rose, as the small army noticed ally’s leaping of the boats. But then dwindled as it became apparent that there were only three on the boat. Then, Suddenly, thousands of undead warriors appeared, glowing ghostly, defeating Oliphaunts and the enemy forces that had rammed against the last stand of gondor. Every person fighting for their home, and their families and freedom from Sauron's rule. Allied with the undead warriors, Legolas and gimli's game could continue, as Gimli cut down the forces of mordor, Legolas deftly jumped and climbed up and Oliphaunt and quickly unbalanced and sent the tower atop it crashing to the ground. Then Striking the beast with three arrows in the head.  As he swiftly and gracefully from the Oliphaunts trunk to the ground, Gimli said gruffly, ‘That still only counts as one!’ Soon though, the battle was won, and Aragorn dismissed the undead warriors, and then they rushed of to the land of mordor, where when they were encountered by the black gate, Aragorn sent swift climbers Over the sides to open the gate for others to follow through, and soon enough, the army was soon marching through. Immediately after they had entered into mordor, Gandalf looked toward the mountain of fire, and despaired to see the dreadful shape of a nazgul slowly circling and landing near the entrance of the end of Frodo and Sam’s quest. But soon enough they had there own problems to deal with, for a host of mordor had not been idle in the time that the army was spotted at the top of the black gate. Quickly taking charge, Aragorn made a small wedge of his army, and attempted to push through the army of mordor.

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    As Sam alight next to the entrance of the mountain of fire, the despair that he had felt while riding the Nazgul was gone, he knew what he was to do and how to do it. He must complete the quest, but looking out over mordor, he spotted two armies contending warmly, and one gleamed with light, while the other was dark in shadow. Hastening to the center of the mountain of fire, He felt a familiar chill come over him. Without even looking back, he knew that the other Ringwraiths had come to stop him, and take the ring and its power back to their master. Thinking of the pros and cons of putting on the ring and fully drawing its power, or destroying it once and for all, or both. Soon looking back, he noticed the end, also the drop to the fire below just a few feet away, pulling out the ring, Sam placed it upon his finger, in the distance, he heard a shrieking roar from the eye of sauron whipped toward him, and the fear of the ring being destroyed. But then, a small pulse drew his attention back to the ring upon his finger. Slowly, and using great caution, Sam began to tap to some of the ring’s great power, he felt a new and powerful feeling slowly crawling through him. Quite quickly it filled him, and then, he knew that he had to get rid of the power, or it would destroy him as it did to Gollum. Looking back to the Ringwraiths he saw the terrible white king that Frodo had described yelling in anger, fear, and annoyance, and mostly weariness, Sam expelled all of the energy that had been housed inside of him. It was almost as if Gandalf's fireworks had exploded with one hundred times the force, and intensity, and directed to choice points. The Ringwraiths were blown up nearly back to sauron’s tower, and then the most curious thing happened, as Aragorn and Gandalf and both armies alike turned and looked back at mordor and the mountain of doom, the mountain seemed to exploded itself, and when it did, the eye and the tower of mordor collapsed, and mordor became one giant sinkhole. And this sinkhole, after swallowing the black gate and much of the army of mordor, stopped neatly around the army of Gondor and Rohan alike.

    Now as Sam released this power, he knew how much damage and destruction it would cause,  Hurrying out of the mountain, he found a battered Nazgul nearly crushed under a rock, drawing more power from the ring, Sam crushed this rock, and then realized that he still had the ring, and had just used it to save a monstrous beast. ‘SamWise Gamgee, thou brick head!’ he muttered, and with that, he turned dashed back to the cracks of doom and cast the ring into the fire below, returning outside, he jumped atop the Nazgul and raced seething fire and sinkholes back to where he had left Frodo. Returning to the place, he was stunned to look into the small crevice and see Frodo stirring, Then a weak cry from the depths of mordor sounded, and the Nazgul attempted to take flight, and it arose through the smoke, and that is the last anyone has seen of that fearsome Nazgul. Helping a groggy frodo out of the crevice, Sam looked around desperately for anyway to escape from mordor. Then hearing a piercing cry, quite different from the ones of Ringwraiths and Nazguls Sam looked up, and his jaw dropped in wonder, there were magnificent eagles, and one of them, bearing Gandalf upon his back, picked up Frodo in one claw and Sam in the other. Now feeling great peace, Sam fell into a deep sleep, and returned to Gondor with Frodo to see Aragorn crowned king, and many other adventures took place, but unfortunately, this is a extremely long blog post, and I’m pretty sure no one will read it. And They all lived happily ever after.

Editing Revision of QB1

Now came the day when is would be time for Jake Cullen to make the decision of which college he would be attending. Jake was at his high school sitting at a table with the hats of the following teams; Texas A&M, LSU, Auburn, and Ole Miss. Today would be one of the biggest days of Jake’s life deciding which college to go to.

Finally, everyone had finally arrived and had been seated in their seats to see which college Jake would attend. Sitting next to Jake would be his mom, dad,brother, and his coach. Once everyone was quite Jake would reach for the hat of the college he will go to. First, he put his hand over the Auburn hat, then shifted to the LSU one, then the Texas A&M one. After that he went to the Ole Miss hat and finally he went back to the Texas A&M hat then picked it up and put it on.Jake would now be attending Texas A&M to play football as the quater-back.

Ending Revision to The Boy in the Striped Pajamas

        Mother did not return to Berlin quite as quickly as she had hoped. She stayed at Out-With for several months waiting for news of Bruno, until one day, quite suddenly, she thought he might have made his way home alone, so she immediately returned to their old house, half expecting to see him sitting on the doorstep waiting for her.

        He wasn't there, of course. 

        Gretel returned to Berlin with Mother and spent a lot of time alone in her room crying, not because she had thrown her dolls away and not because she had left all her maps behind at Out-With, but because she missed Bruno so much. 

        Father stayed at Out-With for another year after Bruno's death and became disliked by all of the soldiers. Through all that time, there wasn't a second when Bruno wasn't on his mind. He fell asleep thinking of him and woke up thinking of him too. He often thought of all the times Bruno complained of Out-With, wondering, had he listened, would Bruno be there? 

        Father could recall many times when Bruno had tried talking to him and he ignored him without a care in the world. Now he would do anything to hear his voice. Even some days he could swear he heard Bruno laughing or racing around the halls. He would even call out Bruno's name to see if he would answer. 

        But of course, Bruno never did. 

        A lot of times, Father found himself doing exactly what Gretel and Mother were doing, grieving. Father never returned home to Berlin, simply because Gretel and Mother reminded him of Bruno. And to think of Bruno caused him pain. Everyone in his family would always have a little piece of Bruno left in them. But perhaps, life would be better if everyone had a little bit of Bruno in them. 

        

Ending Revision of Inheritance

        Farewell, Eragon Shadeslayer.

       And then Fírnen swept down from above and snatched her off the deck of the ship, buffeting Eragon with with the gusts of air from his wings.

        Then, Eragon smiled, for he knew he left the fate of the Riders in good hands. Above, Saphira wept silently, knowing they had done what was necessary, but sad to leave everything that she had ever known behind. As the ship sailed into the unknown, Eragon consoled Saphira, and she watched with him as they sailed down the moonlit river into the dark lands beyond.

Ending revision to The Burning Bridge

As Will finally got the flames to ignite again, he saw 6 skandian mercenaries charging him and the unconscious Evanlyn.  He pulled out his recurve bow and shot arrows until he saw all the skandians were laying on the ground dead or hiding behind rocks.  He looked across the bridge and saw he had ruined his only chance of escape.  He himself could make it but, never while carrying Evanlyn across with him. He was just turning around win he felt himself slipping into unconsciousness has a stone slammed into the back of his head. As he started to drift away he felt rough hands stick his body in a burlap sack and carry him away.

Ending Revision, Keeper of the Lost Cities, Exile

“Whoa, Foster,  are you crying?” Keefe asked, as she blushes and tries to smear away the tears.  “Sorry, I really don’t know what’s wrong with me” she states.

  “I know what’s wrong with you,” Dex says taking her hand, while Keefe

takes the other and Fitz and Biana each set a hand on her shoulders  “Absolutely nothing.”

And for the first time in a long, long time, Sophie finally felt safe, and happy

as she said, “I think you might be right, Dex”