Chapter Sixty-one

The light peering in through the cave entrance stirs me awake. I feel my eyes open, lifting my head from Flavius's chest I look up meeting his gaze. He smiles at me softly. “Mornin,” he murmurs gruffly. “Good morning.”     Removing my arms from his waist, I grab his hand, and begin to pull him from the bed. "Come now; we must meet my f

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Chapter Sixty-two

Trygg pulls his own blade from under his robes rushing towards me. I meet him halfway my sword heavy in hand. Trygg dips and weaves narrowly missing the slash of my sword. My blade scrapes the stone ground causing sparks to flare. He whips behind me hitting me on the back. I stumble forward my sword clattering to the ground. When I turn over Trygg looms over me, before he has the chance to strike, I kick him in the gut. He hunches over clutching his stomach. I quickly stand-up grabbing Trygg’s sword which sits closer to me than my own. Gripping the blade tightly in my clutch I bound forward slicing Trygg’s arms. He scuffles back blood now coating his robes. His eyes come ablaze glowing a deep yellow, fangs begin to protrude from his mouth as he enters a half-fazed state.

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Chapter Sixty-three

Flavius follows behind me, "Don't you think you were a little harsh?"     Flavius had such a wonderful mother he could not possibly understand the resentment I hold towards my own.     “My mother blamed me for Fafnir's death. She has never been a real mother to me. I could care less what happens to her. The last thing I need is people like her weighing me down," I respond heatedly.     If my mother had not lived such a cowardly life then I never would have suffered as I have. I used to think that upon the deaths of my parents I would be sorrowful but instead I find a dee

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Epilogue

  Flavius slowly opens his eyes from my soft touches. When his warm brown eyes meet my own, I cannot help the soft look that brushes across my features. Placing my hands on his cheeks I lean in giving a fleeting kiss.     "Good morning," I whisper angelically.     "Good mornin," he replies, pressing a kiss to my forehead. I shudder at the sparks that spread across my face.     Stretching my body out I throw the blankets off of us, then I proceed to climb out of bed and change. Flavius does the same. When we are clothed, I lead Flavius through the mountain into t

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Epilogue Two

  Flavius and I spent the rest of the day in the war room discussing our next moves for the war with Soren and Dovydas. With evening upon us, everyone leaves to get ready for the ceremony.     I stand outside the temple doors with Flavius by my side. I brush my hands over my arms as I shiver from a chill that runs through my body. The doors to the temple open, and Sunniva calls us in.     Flavius and I slowly walk into the room, our bodies exposed to all of the hordes. We head to the front of the room and face each other, with Sunniva standing near us. The room is dimly lit, the candles casting a golden hue across Flavius’s skin. 