The light did not fade.
It didn't dim.It didn't rush to become something else.
It simply held them—as long as they needed.
🕯️ They Were Not Warriors Here
Kael was not the voice.Seren was not the protector.Vaelrix was not the shield.Alari was not the vessel.
They were just children.Held by a love so old, it predated pain itself.
And still, it knew their names.
🌌 What They Felt
Seren, with her brother's name carved into her bones, felt her burden lighten.
Kael, who had questioned his worth, felt seen without explanation.
Vaelrix, who had waited his whole life to belong, didn't need a throne or a bloodline.He was simply wanted.
Alari—sweet, shaken Alari—felt the voice inside her finally go still.
Not erased.Just… comforted.
Even Lioren's echo rested, cradled in the warmth of the one he once turned from.
"He never hated me," she whispered.
Elarion nodded. "He was just afraid to be loved again."
đź‘‘ Elarion Didn't Rush
He didn't say, "Now go."He didn't command.
He just stayed.
As if he had all eternity—and for them, he did.
His hands moved through their hair like a father remembering how small they were.
He hummed a melody not heard since the stars were first lit.
And even the wind knelt.
🌠Time Didn't Matter
They stayed in his arms until sleep found them.
And when they woke…
The world was still holding its breath.
But they weren't afraid anymore.
Because now they knew:
Even if the stars went out…He would still be waiting at the end of the road.