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Epilogue
Cerdic's eyes wandered over the small quivering form in front of him. In all his years, through all of the people he had killed or even watched die, he found himself unable to do what he felt was necessary. For the first time in his life he felt for a victim of his wrath, he felt pity and sympathy. He hated these emotions and silently cursed himself for feeling them, but he simply couldn't shake them. Cerdic wanted to pull out his sword and do what he had always done in the past, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. He lingered there a moment, he wanted to leave this place and the cowering child in front of him, yet at the same time he felt guilty that because of him the child was motherless. Part of him wanted to leave and never think back, but the other part of him wanted to look after the child, he felt as though it was his duty. After a few moments of self-conflict, he was interrupted by one of his soldiers who asked what would become of the child. Cerdic turned and looked at him impassively for a moment, " Bring her along." He ordered bluntly, before walking away.
3 months later
Cerdic ordered a scout to leave the child on the doorstep of the nearest village. He could no longer care for the child, it was arousing suspicion that he was weak, and faltering. He had spared the child and felt that his duty to the child was done. And as ordered the scout left the child outside a small hut on the outskirts of a small hunting village. The child was 7 years of age, she already had long, thick, wavy, chestnut hair and bright eyes. It was evident even at her young age, that she was beautiful, and of Mediterranean descent.
It wasn't until the early hours of the morning, when the hunters left to catch game for breakfast, that she was discovered crying and whimpering on the ground. A small woman, with long greying hair, and weathered skin, who's name was Mycenae sympathized with the young girl and adopted her and took her under her wing. Mycenae was a widow, who's husband had died many years ago during a hunting accident. She felt that this young girl would be exactly what she needed to take her mind off her infinite loneliness.
It wasn't long before the girl began to trust and open up to Mycenae. It was then that she learned the girls' true story. It was a horrifying tale of deceit and vile betrayal of life and love….