Epilogue 1 - The End of Avalon

The sky over the lone standing tower was a brilliant purple, tinged with an orange hue from the flames that licked the roofs of the buildings of the city below. Avalon was burning, and the Tower rejoiced.

The rejoicing cries of the damned whistled through the air as their freed spirits returned to the cycle of reincarnation. The screams of the living echoed over the hills that sat near the city. As the last bastion of the Kimbramancers fell, Fen and Ruko watched on. They sat near a tree on a nearby hill, hand in hand, appreciating the colours.

After a while, Fen turned to his sister, “Do you think he’d be proud of us, seeing all this?” he said, as some ash wafted over on a gust of wind and caught in his hair.

Ruko leant over and pulled it out, before smoothing his hair down, “It’s been twenty years since we last saw him. Do you think he would even recognise us now?”

“Of course he would,” Fen replied, “We’re basically his children!”

“Children enough for a half baked prophecy, sure, but for a man that obsessed? He’s probably still off somewhere, trying to bring her back to life”. Ruko rested her head on Fen’s shoulder, sighing, “I know he left us, but I don’t hate him.”

“That’s a first,” Fen replied, chuckling, “You always seemed like you did”.

“Jim and Ayna raised us, like parents should. He didn’t”. Ruko brushed her hair from her face as she felt Fen’s arm wrap around her, pulling her slightly closer to him, “I used to be angry about it, but now that I actually think about it... If master had raised us without her, it would have been awful. He had no idea how to raise children; all he could do was make things.”

“You’re right. How are the new puppets working?” Fen asked.

“Decent enough. Controlling them is much easier than I was expecting, but there are still a few..” There was a cracking sound that echoed through the land and the world shook. Lightning flashed across the skies, and the image of a tower with three spires was imprinted in their minds. The two of them gripped onto each other as the shaking gradually calmed down, but the image of the tower in the sky did not dissipate. As the two of them looked at the image in the sky, they felt a sense of comfort, and pride. Fen turned to look at Ruko, trying to work out if she shared his feelings, when he realised she was crying.

“Are you alright?” he asked as she curled up against him and wept into his shoulder.

“Fine,” she replied, “I just... I think he’s happy for us”.

They both watched the tower in the sky slowly fade away, until the sky had returned to its previous purple. As the sun finally dipped below the horizon, Fen smiled, “You know... I think you’re right”.


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