This is it… this is finally it… the very… lastchapter.

It has been a long… time coming. Page one was written about five years ago when I was in high school. I hope this final installment is to everyone liking, and if it’s not too bad I’m not changing it.

Here’s the Epilogue.

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Chapter 33: An Ambition Finally Realized.

A soft woman’s voice beings to narrate:

The Era of War was closing. The chaos brought by the flames of endless battles were finally coming to an end…

In the Final Battle an army of light united and stood bravely against the forces of darkness as they sought to destroy everything. The forces of light defied the will of a Dark Goddess. By the battle’s end an entire island sank beneath the sea and many good men fell, but the forces of light prevailed over the forces of darkness and the broken land was healed. Peace spread… and it endured throughout all the Kingdoms.

And so it was the island south of Alacrast was no longer known as the accursed island, but a just as Lodoss.

“So what do you think?” Deedlet asked.

“I don’t know it sounds a little too… dramatic.” Parn answered. “It’s hard to say what future generations will think of it.”

“Come on you two.” A servant came in the chamber breaking up their conversation. “You’re going to be late!”

Parn and Deedlet put down the freshly inked scroll and walked out following the servant out the room, down a hallway, up two flights of stairs, and to a large balcony overlooking a public square from the Royal Palace in Roid.

“Sire, I have fetched them for you as requested.” The servant announced.

“Good, you may leave now.” The King dismissed his servant. “Look at them all down there.” He invited Parn and Deedlet to peer down with him.

Parn and Deedlet looked out and saw a crowd of hundreds gathering below. It was midday on a perfect summer day. There were two guards on the balcony wearing dark blue vests and capes over polished silver armor that stood at prefect attention.

“Well…?” Parn asked as he came to Ashram’s side. “…what are you waiting for? Parn had grown a full beard like his father Tessious. “The people down there are interested in what you have to say.”

“I’m sure they are...” Ashram was wearing silver polished armor that mirrored his old black armor in every single way besides its color. Also, in place of his black and red cape was now a royal blue one. “…but I think we should wait for everyone to arrive first.”

“Come on, it’s the tenth anniversary of our victory on Marmo. I think they expect some kind of speech from there King.” Parn nudged Ashram to encourage him.

“They can wait a few more moments I think.” Ashram smirked. “That was a day I will never forget.”

“Me neither.” Parn agreed.

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Ashram flashed back to the final moments of the battle.

Of course some of it had to be explained to Ashram afterwards seeing as he was unconscious at the time. Just after he had passed out in Pirotess’ arms she had taken out the flask she had stolen from Mistress Paulden’s underground fortress and poured it down his throat.

Not only had the tonic saved his life but it also granted him many extra years beyond that of a normal human. How many years it would be no one knew for sure but Ashram hadn’t seemed to have aged more than a year in the ten that had passed since that day.

Apparently during the time Ashram was out cold Parn had also somehow managed to stop the Resurrection of Kardis by himself. All Ashram could remember was Parn returning Soul Crusher to him afterwards as they emerged from the rubble of the devastated temple of Kardis.

The united armies of Lodoss were awaiting there arrival at the surface. Ashram could still remember raising his sword as a sign of victory to the troops followed by their thunderous cheers.

Since that time Ashram and Parn had become friends, no new war had occurred since Karla’s death, and Ashram was declared king of the one united kingdom that rose up in the years following the battle on Marmo.

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“Lord Ashram, there are a few other guests who would like to hear your speech today.” Pirotess came onto the balcony in a dress with two small children holding her hands. Ashram smiled and motioned for them to come to him. He crouched down to pick them both up.

The crowd below cheered as Ashram turned with his twin son and daughter in his hand. All the other companions who were there at the final battle joined the group on the balcony too.

Pirotess came to Ashram’s side and the entire group came to the edge of the balcony and waved to the crowd. Ashram wrapped his arms around Pirotess and gave her a long passionate kiss. The crowd cheered even louder and those around Ashram and Pirotess clapped.

THE END.