Epilogue
I knocked on the shop door. Exhausted. Bruised, and in pain.
When the landbreaker died, the ink fell from my wounds leaving nasty, bleeding gashes and gouges. I let an elf bandage me up, before heading back to the capital.
It was a long flight. Ilargia was exhausted, and so he flew a little wobbly. I told him to take it slow.
The sun was setting by the time I got back. The other mages, the surviving ones had made it back hours before. And the elves were bringing back the bodies of those that didn't.
I dropped Rowan off at the inn, but couldn't bring myself to go in. I had to tell her.
The door opened, and a teary-eyed, red-haired dwarven girl fell into my arms.
"He's gone, isn't he?" She whispered.
I stroked her hair. "He's gone."
"Did he die well?"
I nodded. "He sacrificed his life to save the world. I don't think there's a better way to go."
