Epilogue

Three Months Later

Akkarin was no longer the High Lord after his exile was taken back. Sonea and him were labelled as the Black Magicians and they have their own living quarters separated from the Magicians' Quarter, called Black Magicians' Quarter. Black magic has been granted as a secondary disciple taught to magicians with high reliabity of trustworthy. They are required for a truth-read in order to be taught. Novices are not allowed to learn black magic and those who learn it on their own accord shall be striped of their powers. Akkarin was given the position of the Head of Black Magic and it wasn't a surprise at all among the higher magicians. As Sonea continue to pursue her intended disciple as healer. However, she was required to teach black magic as well regularly.

Sonea was lying on the hospital bed looking out at the sky. It was a sunny day. The hospital was set up as soon as buildings and structures were reinstated in the Guild and the city. Suddenly, the door to her hospital room burst open and Akkarin was breathing rapidly as he tries to speak.

"Akkarin, calm-" Sonea did not get to finish her sentence.

"Lady Vinara told me you are pregnant!" Akkarin's expression was lace with excitement. The way his face was trying to smile and trying to concede the excitement were indeed... very funny.

Sonea burst into laughter.

"Wait, why are you laughing?" Akkarin asked in annoyance, not just because Sonea laughed at him but also because she hasn't confirmed his statement.

"You should have seen your expression." Sonea giggled and send an image of his ealier expression to Akkarin's mind.

"Very funny..." Akkarin muttered.

"Yes, Akkarin" Sonea smiled at him.

"Yes? Yes because it's very funny or yes you are pregnant?" Akkarin asked in confusion.

Sonea rolled her eyes in exasperation. She decided the best way to tell Akkarin is to let him feel it himself. So, she took his right hand and put it on her stomach.

A moment later, Akkarin was smiling as he hugged Sonea.

"I can't believe I'm going to be a father at the age of thirty-three." Akkarin mused.

"What? You want to be a father when you're eighty years old?" Sonea teased.

Akkarin released Sonea from the hug and gave her his usual stoic look.

"It doesn't work on me anymore." Sonea smiled and continued "I sure do not want to be a mother at the age of sixty-seven though."

Akkarin burst into laughter with Sonea. They were happy and they were content with their life, though they are restricted to leave the grounds of the Guild unless given permission. That doesn't seem to matter. They were going to have a child. A family.

-The End-