LOGINLeaning heavily on his cane, Tristan slowly made his way to the garden.The old well had been filled and capped with concrete years ago as part of a city redevelopment project. Dead vines had since grown over it.He found a flat-topped stone beside the well and slowly sat down. The setting sun cast
Was Tristan crazy? Maybe.He could barely tell reality from illusion now. Only when he spoke to the emerald pendant did he find a little comfort. Even if it was only make-believe, it let him pretend that Margot had never really left him.In the last few years of his life, he began writing, not busin
Time took its toll on everyone.Tristan spent his old age in Boyle Manor on the outskirts of Ashmont. The manor had long since lost its former splendor. Its vast rooms now felt empty and gloomy.He had long handed the company over to professional managers and faded completely from public view.His g
Years later, back in the modern world, the old well still stood in the garden of Boyle Manor, its stone rim thick with moss. A hunched old man sat on a stone stool beside it, his hair gray at the temples.It was Tristan. Somehow, he had found his way back to the modern world, perhaps through another
The royal physicians did everything they could to save Tristan, using every remedy at their disposal to pull him back from the brink of death.He survived, but his injuries were too severe. The damage to his spine and nerves left him permanently disabled and stripped away what little fighting abilit
She paused, then continued, making herself perfectly clear. "Tristan, some wounds cut so deep that they never heal. Sometimes, once you've missed your chance with someone, there's no going back."Whatever we had ended the moment you chose to believe her over me. You're a palace guard in the Halsac D







