Epilogue

For You are the fire at the heart of the world

And comfort is only Yours to give.

-Transfigurations 12:6

There was one thing she never told anybody. Not her confessor, not her friends, not even Sebastian.

As she was drifting off to sleep in Cullen's arms, she made a promise to herself. One she never voiced aloud. And that promise was: if he was still there when she awoke, she would not go to Starkhaven.

But he left while she still slept. And so she left the city without saying goodbye.

As her entourage filed out the city gates, headed for Vimmarks Pass, she allowed herself to look back, just once. A solitary figure stood on the wall, with broad shoulders and close-cut hair. She looked at him for one long moment, before turning to face the road ahead.

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A/N: Ok. Before you get really really mad at me: Laica's story is not over. Just this part of it. I have the next section plotted out, but I don't want to get to working on it until I finish "Restoration". As a consolation: check out my profile for a link to a fic mix I made for it. Because hey, free music! That's good, right?

(Please don't hurt me)