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‘If you need words of comfort, perhaps remember this: there are all kinds of darkness in this world. Some good, some bad, and some with no agenda at all. It’s what that darkness means to you and what you do with it yourself that matters most.’
‘You’re rather wise for a ranger,’ he managed, choking back the emotion. ‘So I’ve been told.’
Talemir wondered if there would ever come a day where those memories didn’t haunt him so deeply.
‘Do you regret it?’ Talemir locked eyes with her. ‘Never.’ ‘Even though it has led to so much heartache?’ she pressed. ‘It led me to you.’
And that little voice of reason only whispered once: How can this man be a monster?
He loved her and all that she was. And what she was… was everything.
‘Because there’s no one else I want fighting at my side, whose home I’d wish to defend. If you’re going into the depths of darkness, I’m going with you.’
chest was swelling, teeming with everything she felt for this man. Love didn’t happen once, she realised. It happened every day, in little moments, in the quiet gaps between grand words, in the lingering touches, in the hope it promised in the dark. Love was something that breathed and expanded, that was made and remade, again and again, reforged only to become stronger.
‘And what about me? You’d abandon your apprentice?’ Talemir smiled sadly. ‘You haven’t been my apprentice for a long time, my brother.’ He reached for the jewel around his neck and pulled it free, closing the gap between himself and his protégé and pressing it into Wilder’s palm. ‘I promise you will understand one day. And when you do, you’ll know who to give this to.’ ‘I’ll never forgive you for this,’ Wilder ground out. ‘But you will,’ Talemir told him gently. ‘For now, your purpose is clear.’
And together, they soared east, towards a new home, a new future, a new hope.
Talemir wished Wilder were there with him. He hadn’t seen or heard from his protégé since the battle, and though he’d never admit it to the younger warrior, it felt like a little piece of him was missing.
Tears streamed down the giant Warsword’s scarred face. Smiling broadly through them, he nodded to Talemir from across the way, an enormous dog sitting at his feet, wagging its tail.
When Talemir embraced Malik and tried to introduce his oldest friend to Drue, words failed him and fresh tears tracked down his face. The giant former Warsword simply grinned at Drue and pulled her into a bear hug. If only Wilder had been there to see it.